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whenever he wants. |
LAURA: Really? A cat? |
LIAM: (snaps) |
MATT: You watch as just beneath the table, this |
orange patchy tabby leaps up. |
MARISHA: Oh, shit! What’s his name? |
LAURA: Or her name! |
LIAM: Well, it is a he. This is my cat Frumpkin. |
Frumpkin, yes. |
LAURA: Aw! Can I call him Lumpy? |
LIAM: You can call him Frumpkin. |
LAURA: Look at this Lumpy! Made in England. |
(laughter) |
LIAM: That was a little show gift from Marisha, so |
this is Frumpkin. |
LAURA: That’s so great. |
SAM: That’s not all he can do. Caleb, tell them all |
the stuff you can do. It’s really impressive! |
LIAM: You know, sometimes less is more. |
LAURA: I can do things, too. |
SAM: With magic? |
LAURA: Yeah. |
SAM: Like what? |
LAURA: Like– |
SAM: Not to me, not to me! |
LAURA: Like– oh, gosh. Okay. I’m going to use |
Thaumaturgy and I’m going to make all the windows |
in the place open up really fast, like crash |
open. |
MATT: Okay. You watch as four of the nearby |
windows slam open with a sudden burst of wind, and |
all the various bits of torchlight that light the |
deeper and more shadowed corners of the room |
suddenly darken and flicker. The music suddenly |
comes to a stop. Everyone holds their position and |
glances over at the table where you’re all sitting. |
TRAVIS: Jester, don’t you remember us talking |
about keeping a low profile? |
LAURA: You’re right. I’m sorry. I use Thaumaturgy |
and I close all the windows. |
(laughter) |
MATT: They all slam shut a second time. The light |
flickers and then brightens back to its normal place. |
LAURA: Ta-da! |
MARISHA: Yeah! Yeah! |
LAURA: Come see me tonight at the carnival! I’m |
really good! |
MATT: One really crotchety-looking guy in his |
early 50s with a super underbite, probably missing |
most of his teeth, just goes– |
(laughter) |
LIAM: I telepathically tell Frumpkin to jump up |
and sit in the lap of the woman in the monk’s |
robes who just made a big scene and hopefully keep |
her occupied with being cute. |
MATT: Okay. As soon as you sit down, Frumpkin |
leaps into your lap and starts purring and rubbing |
up against your hand. |
MARISHA: Hey, buddy. Look at this kitty! I think |
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