A/N: This is a chapterette. Kind of a between-chapters that isn't really necessary to the advancement of the plot, but is still kind of fun. If that idea is just too wacky for you, just think of it as an addition to part 18. Hope you enjoy.

“Concentrate.”

“But—”

“Be quiet. Concentrate.”

Caution did. Mostly she concentrated on how ugly the vase—or planter or whatever—that she was staring at was. It was a big, roundish, unbearably shiny brassish-looking thing, with horrible little swirly patterns and semicircular handles that stuck out like ears on a particularly demented monkey. Something like that just had no right to exist.

Then it didn't.

It was just gone.

“Uh, Creep?” Caution said, turning around.

Creep looked impressed, but not terribly surprised.

“You didn't help, did you?” Caution asked, disappointed. “I wanted to do it by myself.”

“You did,” Creep said plainly.

Caution squealed. “Really? I rock! Where did it go?”

“I do not know.”

“Really? It could be anywhere?”

“Almost.”

Caution sighed. She suddenly felt very tired. “Well good riddance,” she yawned, flopping down on Creep's cot. “That thing was hideous.”

“It was not designed for looks,” Creep said flatly.

“Obviously,” Caution agreed. “What was it designed for?”

Creep flashed his almost-smile. “It was a chamber pot.”

“Oh.” Caution giggled. “And you have no idea where it went? That is too good.”

Creep was characteristically quiet.

Caution rolled over, pulling a piece of blanket with her. “Good lord,” she yawned. “How do you even do that? I am so tired right now. And you do magic all the time. You're like a... really...” Caution screwed up her face as she tried to think of the word. “A not tired person,” she finished awkwardly. “I need sleep.”

“Sleep?” Creep asked, sitting down on the end of the cot. “I thought we were going to have fun.”