The great wizard of something or other's shoulders sagged.

"Oh."

That was...most certainly not a kitten.

He rubbed the back of his neck and grimaced. That headache had only gotten worse. "So, ah...what am I supposed to do about it? I can't...bake it away. I don't have a shotgun with me...I don't think."

He took a moment to look up his sleeves. The only things he had were the hat they'd given him and a button he'd picked up off the floor. Nope. No shotgun. Only disappointment.

"Yer honor, I think you mighta made a mistake...you won't cut my head off for sayin' that, will you?"