He eats enough brightly colored sugary things that's it's a miracle his blood isn't some kind of florescent sludge.

"You're trying to understand here? All the magic shit?" He shakes his head. "Good fucking luck."

He sits back in his chair, puffing out a nearly perfect smoke ring and looking real pleased with himself. Okay maybe there's one thing he likes about cigars. "Anything you've got so far? Because I just found out food from the buffet doesn't go bad and that's been a game changer."