Baba smiled and held up two fingers. Delicately, she touched a pair of mirrors on her hood and pulled away twin gray-green smoke trails. That razor grin was on her face again as she twitched her fingers, causing the smoke to pool in her hand in two balls which she held out to Mortimer and Shadow. "I hope you enjoy them. I admit, they are rather flavored with despair, but I enjoy it. And well aged, too. I've been considering seeing if Vol is interested in trading something or other with me. I think he might enjoy some of my more carefully prepared vintages."

The souls floated up from her hand and closer to her guests. As they did, there was a muffled scream from the distance and one of her mirrors lit up. She chuckled. "Someone just tried to break into the ticket booth, I think. Or at least was planning to. I didn't have any other traps set to go off so quickly. Well, maybe Hag's office—but I'd probably just let them get in so he could deal with them himself. The lad is rather inventive."