Once more, as the sun edged towards noon, Avis waited in the Circle to greet another Mage and discuss business. She sat upon a pew, legs curled under her in a rough half lotus with a subway wrapper spread over them. Most of the sandwich which had once belonged in that wrapper was held between her hands, and a piece of it dwelled in the churning realm of her teeth. Just bits of matter being converted into fuel. Pieces of plant, animal, and who-knew-what-else that her body would convert into the fabric which both supported her existence and confined it. Another sandwich sat next to. A minor offering of hospitality. The offering of bread to break together...