He laughed. No, she didn't need a spell to make him optimistic. "Then that sounds like you got dosed before you arrived here. But he might know how to bring you back to your proper age anyway." He kissed her forehead again. "And there are stories about a Magician named Merlin in Mundania too, so who knows. We had to read a lot about him in Freshman English, a class determined to make even that interesting a topic dry and boring. You think Centaurs are bad, sit through one week of Freshman English," he teased.