"uh," Addie stared at the grain of the table. His thoughts slowly stitching together. He'd rather be in bed by now. He rubbed at his face then sighed. "I have no idea." He admitted. "I might have to stuff you guys in my luggage." There was a short laugh. It ended on a weird noise as an image of Richard sniffing his drawers in a cramped bag suddenly popped into his head.

"Right." He coughed. "Maybe not. Well, good night. I'll see you two in the morning." He gave River a quick one armed hug and waved at Rich. Then plodded down the hall. Sleep and food should have him feeling and thinking better tomorrow.

...and Addie was right. The incident with Richard and the spell was far from his mind when his two best friends joined him at the table the next morning. He was devouring a blueberry muffin while jotting things on paper, like usual. But the scribbles weren't his crazy spells. It was a list of how he could convince his mom to invite his friends over during holiday. "I think I have a good argument. It just kind of depends on her mood. I can call her later. But," He glanced up at River and Richard. "Would your parents be okay with it?"