And at this point, we would be fighting a war, wouldn't we? That must be why we're here.

[Stuck. Forced to be without magic (that's normal, but they were just about to get it back). Forced to have new powers. Forced to not even be able to fuck someone in the same shoes as them, because it would get to be far more intimate than she could ever handle.

Margo hates it.]

I wonder if once we're done with our little staycation—[What else can it be called, if they're truly stuck here?]—we can bribe whoever brought us into this mess into opening the door and letting us go. Assuming there isn't a clock waiting for us to walk into it right around the corner.