"There's the food," she began, ticking off on her fingers. "Never trust anything you didn't order specifically or that wasn't made by A. He refuses to hex people unless they know what's happening. Then the wardrobes, which will sometimes arbitrarily refuse to let you wear what you want." She gestured to herself, teetering a little on the stool. "Case in point. And then there's just... this... place. Last year we had a baby's head for a sun and flowers that were gramophones and Inari knows what else. And the gazebos."