With a happy smile, Magnus allows himself to be distracted, catching Alec's cheek in his free hand to turn that cheek kiss into a proper one. "You're very good at it," he says lightly. "I have"—he checks a pocket watch with little glowing marks around the face—"thirteen minutes and forty seconds until I need to add the next ingredient."
He sighs a little, looking harassed, though this is his own recipe. "If this works, I very much hope I can come up with a simpler way to brew it, or it won't be much good."
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He sighs a little, looking harassed, though this is his own recipe. "If this works, I very much hope I can come up with a simpler way to brew it, or it won't be much good."