"Sure thing." He passes her a business card. "This is my magic number, it should put you straight to me no matter what. If I don't answer, it most likely means I'm in mortal peril and could use assistance."
He munches away at some edamame the chef had given them on the house. "I think I remember something like your banishing spell in an old treatise on Atlantean dimensional principles... might be able to help you cut down the invoking time. Nice work, by the way."
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