[image description: cut-to: medium shot of the dining room from behind the bar counter. still holding her drink, maggie in the foreground, has turned slightly away from malcolm and toward the camera. he can’t see it, but her eyes have gone completely black as in the previous scene at her house. he grins as he says, “hmmm. well, i don’t see an inverted pentagram over your face, so i guess we’re off to a good start.” “no need to worry about that anymore, malcolm,” she replies with a smile. “the draconians have seen fit to turn your curse into a blessing.”]
