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So, yeah, it's real cool to see so many lameoids wandering around. I haven't seen this many human people in a long, long time. I'm talking long. But more importantly, I've forgotten how kinda boring everything used to be. It's making me want to be back home, where at least I've got my bass and my stuff.

On the plus side, I think we can make this fun.

But first thing's first. I'm pretty hungry. Anyone know where a girl can get a bite to eat?

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[You are not touching his tunic with a ten foot pole.]

Quite the specific and borderline macabre appetite you have. I suppose I could be of assistance, if you think hunting down "red" of your own is far too difficult. It wouldn't be a difficult spell to work with.

Like, with magic? Hm. I guess this place isn't as lame as I thought it would be.

Well, go on. Let's see what you can do, magic man.

Yes, with magic. You could say it's a specialty of mine.

But before I conjure up anything, I'll need your location. That is, of course, unless you'd rather go on a scavenger hunt around the city.

You're the magic man. Shouldn't you be able to find me? Unless that's too hard for you. Which I totally understand. But hey, whatevs.

I'm next to the hospital. The whackjobs just let me out.

Call me old fashioned, but I don't much have the will to play hide and seek with strangers.

Ah, so you got the speech too, I presume? Amusing, aren't they? The so-called doctors, that is.

Yeah, they're really cute, thinking they can pull one over on me. I've been around the block. I'm not stupid or anything. But this place is mega weird. I kinda like it.

That it is, that it is!

I've found it quite enjoyable; lots of interesting humans.

But enough about them. Let's see about a spell now.

[Though he doesn't bother to spell out the incantation, he does speak it aloud with a confident, almost-all-knowing sort of conviction.

"This girl desires something red right now
To replenish her thirst and appetite.
So now Puck shall help, and right on the ball
And deliver fruits to restore her might!"

Please excuse the swirling magic; though once the miniature, sparking tornado subsides, there's a large stock palate, carrying a pyramid of various red fruits and berries.]

Let me know if you need anything else.

Woah... [ She takes a small sample of the fruit, a berry, and inspects it, sniffing it and sinking her teeth into it, just into the surface, and drains the color from it. She looks a little more satisfied and grabs for an apple next, turning that into a pure white. ]

Oh, yeah. That's it. That's what I needed. Thanks. Um... I don't think I caught your name.

Glad I could be of assistance.

A rose by any other name would smell just as sweet.

I suppose I'm trying so say that I've been called many things over the years. Trickster, Robin Goodfellow, Hobgoblin, though Puck is the name that I vouch for and which seems to stick the best in the trial of time.

That's a lot of names. Must've been around for a while, huh?

You could say that, yes. Since the dawn of human superstition, if you need something a bit more precise.

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