"The joys of travelling the world includes going places where technology doesn't exist, Reveller," Dexter shot back. "You'd know it if you could tear your face out of your cups for more than, I don't know, maybe an hour?"

"Don't make me take one of you out to the wood-shed," Corrival warned.

"Samhain's over six months away," Solomon pointed out, utterly ignoring the Grand Mage. He was getting caught up in little details far too much this morning. "While that would be nice, which of us actually believes it would take him that long? Beltane's just over two weeks. Beltane." He raised his voice at the computer.

"Why do you need me, exactly, when you can just shout at your computer to make it work?" Dexter wondered.

"Because the computer doesn't shout back. It's somewhat anticlimactic."

"I'll keep that in mind."

"I'm going to have to build a wood-shed first, I think," Corrival muttered.