Early in the morning, Inric and Ffion arrive at the Bluebird Tea House. Nobody is around, and the dawn light washes pale rose over the streets and rooftops. "Thank you!" Ffion says with a grin. "I will wait here tonight. Uh, by the way, is there a weight limit for the, you know, uh, magic?" She wiggles her fingers for emphasis. "If you can carry it, it is fine," Inric says. "Great! See you tonight!" He waits for her that night, and is somehow unsurprised to see her stagger out of the door laden with an enormous backpack. She smiles broadly at him. "Don't worry! I didn't forget your chuckets!"