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And yet, true understanding is only ever mutual, and so as Isabella looked upon the spells contained within the Household Gramayre, they saw her also.

"Wizards change things. It's what they do. It would be odd if they didn't change themselves occasionally."

This place was a powder keg of oddments, jetsam, and niff-naffs.

“Come to think of it”—Donkey's thoughts were tumbling over each other in a way he found quite distracting—“if I were escaping, that would mean I was ... imprisoned?”

Pony deserved a name, Bottom supposed, but he couldn't be given one. That wouldn't be fair. No, the pony would need to take one for themselves, anything else wasn't a real name, but more of an informal sobriquet.