Drink Me

After some time had passed, I went back down to New Orleans, Kiki in tow. I was half expecting to find a completely empty space where the woman's shop had been, but there she was, standing almost exactly the same way as she was the first time I saw her. She recognized me immediately, inviting us inside. She marveled at the job her potion had done, and inquired about my exaggerated figure. We told her about the sneaky writing on the bottle, and she gave a wry smile, saying something like, "I should've known that damn wizard had some sort of trick up his sleeve with that one...crafty old bastard." I wasn't sure what she meant, but ultimately it didn't matter. She had been right when she first beckoned me. She did have what I needed, and I did love it.