Castle Whitespire, Fillory, Tuesday Fandom time

Ultimately, Eliot decided, the problem was that he didn't have anyone to properly brainstorm with. Josh was too damned cheery all the time, which was great in a dealer of relaxing pharmaceuticals baked into delicious desserts, but worth fuck-all when the world was going after your balls with a belt sander. He needed to talk to Quentin. Quentin knew all about this whimsical Fillory crap. The problem with that, of course, was that Quentin was basically on another planet, and without magic, he had no way to talk to him.

Without . . . his own magic. But whimsical Fillory crap was all about magic. Like fairies.

And talking animals.

( Bunnies! Bunnies, it must be Bunnies! )

[NFB, NFI, OOC welcome. Part 2 of Eliot's pre-Fandom set up! Adapted from Magicians 3x01, "The Tales of the Seven Keys" In case you were wondering what Margo's bunny plague was all about. . . .]