Abigail stood in shock staring at her father's mutilated corpse. She couldn't even find it within her to cry.

"Nay, not the enchanted milk!" cried the maiden, her hands trembling. for she knew well the magic it contained. "Ah but it is actually enchanted whip cream!" The squire proclaimed, his eyes shining with excitement. "It could bring you many prospects... as long as you try it."

Jerry glanced down at the photograph in his hand, then back up again at the woman sitting alone at the back of the cafe.