Here's the reaction: Ed takes a sip of his beer, appears to catch the shimmering curl out of the corner of his eye, and blinks three times.
Whoa, okay, that's—
Oh, good. He's seeing things now. Which is a genuine feat considering they're kind of mostly still in the dark.
He sniffs his drink, then places his mug gently back on the table and leans forward in confidence.
"Listen, mate, if you slipped me a mickey, I promise, first of all, that I won't be upset—" No guarantees, but he's really working on this second chances positivity thing since, you know, he's also been kind of (a lot of) a dick before. "—and second, I've got at least thirty holes in my liver, so it's extra effective at filtering out the bad stuff."
This is definitely how livers work.
Anyway, the point is sea...bird witches aside, and cursed dead priests notwithstanding, there's no such thing as magic in Ed's reality, so whatever this is, he's pretty sure he's hallucinating it. He's already not entirely convinced he isn't dead or half-dead right now.
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Whoa, okay, that's—
Oh, good. He's seeing things now. Which is a genuine feat considering they're kind of mostly still in the dark.
He sniffs his drink, then places his mug gently back on the table and leans forward in confidence.
"Listen, mate, if you slipped me a mickey, I promise, first of all, that I won't be upset—" No guarantees, but he's really working on this second chances positivity thing since, you know, he's also been kind of (a lot of) a dick before. "—and second, I've got at least thirty holes in my liver, so it's extra effective at filtering out the bad stuff."
This is definitely how livers work.
Anyway, the point is sea...bird witches aside, and cursed dead priests notwithstanding, there's no such thing as magic in Ed's reality, so whatever this is, he's pretty sure he's hallucinating it. He's already not entirely convinced he isn't dead or half-dead right now.