"You've never wanted to read someone's mind?" Eliot asks, locating a nice bottle of red with startling speed. He makes a spiraling gesture with one hand to pull the cork, then starts examining cupboards for glasses. Along the way he starts oulling out ingredients - if they're in someone's kitchen, might as well cook.

"There are spells for that, of course, but they're not really my speciality. And what the hell is the 'Inspection Department'? The Inspection Department of where?" the magician asks. "Do you inspect drugs?"