Ed gave the man a judgmental frown. "Magic doesn't exist!" It was like dealing with Cornello and the people of Liore all over again, except that this time he really didn't have a clue as to how any of this was going on.

"There's got to be some strings or something." Yes. Invisible strings that were somehow still strong enough to hold up entire wooden tables and chairs. Look, it wasn't magic, ok? He rubbed his eyes in frustration. He didn't have the patience for this kind of stuff on a good day. And today? It was not a good day. "This can't be the only place around here that's open."