“Clothes should go where they look best. Now! Make yourself comfortable.” It sounded less like an invitation and more like a demand as Mob was lifted into the air with the familiar glowing golden energy and floated to the couch. The remote nestled itself into his hand and a striped blanket draped itself over his lap. It didn’t stop there though, with a hot mug of tea, mineral water, and soda arranging themselves on the table before Mob.

“I’ll be right out.”