"Mary Poppins." Ghent tilted his head back, only to be hit in the eye with an ill-timed raindrop. "She's basically the world's best babysitter, and she's got a magic bag just like yours."
	The statement was completely contradicting to his further claims, so Ghent rubbed at his eye and elaborated before Elayra pointed it out, which he was certain she would. "She isn't real, though. Cause, as you well know," he cleared his throat, preparing to repeat the phrase he hadn't tired of: "[i]Magic[/i] doesn't exist here."
	The news regarding the bag being rare was disappointing -- [i]couldn't Wonderland have a magic item shop or something? [/i]-- but it gave Ghent room to complain, so that was just as good.
 	"Well, I wish *you* would've cast a hex on my backpack. I had to leave all my prized possessions behind!" He sighed at the inconvenience, all while wondering how many other snacks he may have stored if this had been done beforehand. If coffee was hard to come by in Wonderland, Ghent had a feeling sweets and anything worthwhile were nonexistent.
	Since Elayra was good enough to extend the magical shield his way, Ghent smiled his thanks and put a larger distance between them. He didn't want to invade her space any more than necessary, and he didn't want to be in range of another punch, should he rile her again. 
	"[i]Hangry. [/i]You're angry because you're hungry." Ghent looked at her for her reaction, convinced that he was right. "After you eat, you'll see the world in a new light! You'll realize how charming I am."  
[b]	“So, people here have managed to discover and bottle the ‘taste of a rainbow,’ yet don’t have magic?”[/b]	
	"Yup. Here on Earth, we've got our priorities in order." Ghent wasn't paying attention to his surroundings anymore, he was too busy sorting through a handful of candy. Once he'd gotten his favorite flavors together, he dumped the candy into his mouth, close to laughing when he saw Elayra's less-than-amused expression. 
	"It really bugs you that we're this advanced without the use of magic, doesn't it?" He smirked at her with an air of arrogance, painfully oblivious to the station wagon creeping along after them. 
	"Most of what we've got, we owe to science. Magic's cool and all, but Wonderland sounds primitive in comparison. You guys need some serious upgrades." He frowned, reconsidering his choice of words. "Or, [i]we[/i] do. I keep forgetting that I'm one of you." This hadn't yet sunk it, and Ghent wondered if it ever would. He'd lived his life on Earth, and he wasn't sure if he could (or should) accept this change of title. 
	The two teenagers were close to rounding the corner when Ghent accepted the pack, dumbfounded by her refusal. 
	"Seriously?" He opened his mouth to ask who in their right mind turned down candy, but he stopped, catching sight of a rather disturbing image in the reflection of the shop window.
	A few feet away, a familiar, beat up station wagon rolled to a slow stop. [i]What the heck? [/i]Ghent stared at the reflection, his heart beating faster when he realized that Miles had been following them for who-knew how long. 
	"Drop the shield," he whispered urgently, although by now he knew it was too late. A low rumble of thunder sounded, and the rain chose that moment to fall heavier than it had been. Ghent hoped that Miles would leave, but he didn't. Miles pulled up closer and rolled the window down, his hawkish eyes unblinking. 
	"Get in," he demanded in a growl as Ghent turned to face him, balking at the order. This wasn't an invitation, this was a threat.