Three days after the glove incident. Greg was at his workbench trying very hard to not think about anything magical when Bork walked over and cleared his throat in a way that meant he wanted to talk about something important.
"Boss," Bork said, leaning against the workbench. "May I ask you something?"
Greg said, without looking up from the perfectly normal horseshoe he was working on, "No, if it means making anything that could possibly develop consciousness or cause emotional distress."
"It's not like that at all," Bork said with a laugh. "Actually, I was thinking about how it's winter now. Do you know what that means?"
"Everyone complains about being cold, and I have to make things that will get locked up in the cellar again?"
"Yes, but it also means that the deep caves are open."
That caught Greg's eye. He looked up from the horseshoe. "Deep caves?"
