"He's a what?" Barek couldn't believe her ears. She stared at Eames. "No way."
Eames nodded. "Yes way. I didn't believe it either, at first. But what else could it be?"
"It certainly fits," Barek mused. "The knowledge of motive and suspect, figuring out all those impossible cases..." She shook her head. "You're kidding me. How long have you known?"
"Couple of months. It's kind of tenuous." Eames exhaled. "See, he put a love potion in my drink too. I woke up next to him just like you did, couldn't remember a thing. Just like you. I guess it was really starting to get to him, so he told me. It was so crazy it had to be true."
"I guess." Barek scratched her head. "Well, thanks for letting me know. I'll keep things quiet."
Once they exchanged their usual farewell pleasantries and Eames had strolled off, Barek couldn't help but giggle quietly. So Bobby was a wizard...and to make life fun, he had slipped Eames a little magical something in the drink once. Well, that would naturally be the memory he'd have of the night before...slipping Barek some potion like he'd done to his partner. She found that highly amusing, seeing that she was the one who'd committed the indiscretion and then acted affronted to maintain an illusion of innocence.
Ah, sighed Barek, a full cup of perfect coffee appearing before her, it's good to be a witch.