"Home? I live out of my car. I'm a grad student in linguistics, and-" Trevor glances at Victoria. "-and that's, a valuable profession, and, scholarships, and, my own godda- darn personal finances aren't on trial, so..."

Max's brief hopeful expression is gone.

This is magic. There is a wizard from another dimension who is breaking several... general rules of chemistry and information theory, if not necessarily laws of physics, and his concern is where she is going to stay for the night. It's been almost twelve hours, and the world has not been turned upside-down.

Just a little too personally frustrating to be relieving.