[ Note to self: the next time Strange annoys him, definitely terrorize the shit out of him with pineapple. Should be worth a good laugh. For Strange, all that's going to earn him is a snicker. Lambert might have been touchy about Celandine being something so small and obviously non-combative, but now he can't imagine her any other way. ]

Point is, you're more than just a magician. If you weren't, I wouldn't be hanging out with you at all.

[ However, right now? Lambert's been in the water long enough that his hands are wrinkling and he's starting to feel lightheaded, though that's more due to the lack of sleep than anything else. He doesn't quite manage to stifle a yawn, though it is pretty difficult to call him 'relaxed' right now. ]

We done here? 'Cause it sounds like the great magician Jonathan Strange doesn't need my help figuring things out.