The boy, maybe ten years old, was staring at his laptop’s screen – the blue reflection on his face at odds with the dark earthy tones of the coffee house – the clicking of his fingers on the keyboard counterpointed by the clacking of the checkers players.

The smoke of the hookahs filled the tiny space, which made it easy for me to reach him undetected. Not that a minuscule glowing ember on the floor would have attracted much attention, but I could not be too careful.

When I reached his table I carefully let myself grow to the size of a candle flame and invoked the becharming spell.

“Are you a fire-fairy?” asked the boy.

This was going to be harder than I thought. I swore.

I had to drop my voice into hypno “Listen to me, boy. You are feeling very sleepy. Your eyelids are feeling heavy. Sleep now! When you wake you will remember absolutely nothing.”

Now I had to figure out this confounded technology myself.

I managed with difficulty and a bit of magic to get the message sent. Just hope the giant gets it.