Peter pushed the heavy oak door open and stuck his head through the crack. "No one here! Come on in," he stepped inside holding the door open for her. "What is this?" Maggy asked, squinting in the dim light. Small tables, mismatched stools and benches dotted the floor. "The Sea Witch Tavern!" he announced opening his arms wide. "Um...should we even be in here? I mean are we even old enough?" she asked tentatively. "Sure, why not? Take a seat." Maggy hopped up on a stool, hooking her boot heels on the wooden crossbar. "Now what?" she turned to look at Peter. "Here," he held a bottle out to her. "Have a drink." Parched and hot from all the digging they had done, Maggy opened the bottle and chugged. "Nooooo!" Peter dove for her. "Not like that!" Sputtering and coughing, she placed the drink on the counter, "That tastes disgusting!" "You're not supposed to drink it like that! Don't you know anything!" Maggy glared at him, just because he was a few years older he thought he knew everything. She picked up the bottle again, drinking slower this time and making a face. It really did taste disgusting. She looked down, studying her boots. Maybe Circe will let me dig in her cellar... Maggy was lost in thought, twirling her foot slowly...for some reason that was pretty funny and she laughed out loud. Twirly, swirly, whirly – just like when the sand collapsed into itself and she watched it and the world burn from the hill. The sands of Magincia that held the key to helping Peter, underneath something lay hidden, buried and safe... she would find it. She heard Peter talking and furrowed her brow. It sounded muffled, distant and when she looked up from her boots to find him the world moved funny. There was something wrong with her eyes too – something like a vision delay? She opened her mouth to tell him that something must be horribly wrong, that she was probably dying, but only managed to laugh hysterically, hiccup and fall right off the stool. "Greeeaaat," she heard him say as strong hands hauled her to her feet, "now how am I getting you home?" "Feet!" she volunteered and continued laughing as he navigated them both to the moongate.