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"The girls—" Olly begins, a spark jumping from his ring to his cigarette before he inhales deeply. He continues on the exhale, smoke billowing with his words. "—think they're being sneaky."
"What gave it away, Olly?" Qifrey holds his hand out for the cigarette and receives it without a second thought. He waves it as he speaks. "The muffled whispering that stops whenever we enter a room or the spellink black fingers at all hours of the day?"
"The wrapped box hidden behind blankets over there."
Qifrey leans to peer in the sitting room window. "That would also do it."