Wesley closed his eyes, trying to imagine the idea of it, and failed utterly. "I'll have to take your word on why anyone would want to do such a thing, short of having some sort of enchantment on the vial." He smiled at Gwen. "So what's left to put away?"
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Date: 2009-01-22 05:47 pm (UTC)