LOREN
Of course they had spoons. It would be a sad kitchen indeed if it didn’t have spoons. Loren could’ve easily reached into a drawer and pulled out a spoon. However, he was feeling a bit tired and lazy—unsurprising, given the hour and the stressful time they’d just been through—plus he wanted Oliver to see that magic wasn’t all bad. So instead the summoner called upon the barest smidge of his power. A spoon popped into his hand and he floated it over to the other man with telekinesis, leaving it to hover in the air before Oliver.. ”There you go.” It was quite a small display in the grand scheme of things, but the Launceleyn hoped it helped.
but I've been down here before
and I know the way out
and I know the way out
