[The thin stilhetto jabbing into his cold foot was the last thing he wanted. He yelped, dropping the clothes that Fujiko had just passed to him, and leapt backwards on one foot.]

Owwwww! HEY! What was that for!? [He rubbed his foot with his hands, trying to listen to Fujiko as he did so. The magic part was interesting...but so were the people from other worlds part. Alternate dimensions were something that belonged in fiction, after all.

But so did wings.

Lupin gingerly set his foot down, and easily put his weight on it. He wasn't sure if it was the cold, or her, but that stomp hurt more than he remembered. It was easiest to blame the cold.]

All of it, Fujiko. Drafts? Everything's free? How can they have drafts if they have no money? How do we keep our day job?

[Forget waiting, he was cold. He was getting dressed as he spoke. Shirt was shoved on, buttoned up, yellow tie was properly tied...]

I can get behind the laptop thing, and maybe the magic thing. Maybe. But...Fujikoooo! How have you managed so far?