It was strange that walking through the door could trigger someone else's daydream charm, but the only way to trigger his own was to drink the water. It made it pretty clear to Mo that this was a tricky charm, which made it all the more galling that it was one of his sister's best charms. Stupid sisters.

Ahem. Sliding his goblet to the middle of the desk, Mo propped his elbows in front of it and gave the goblet a long, measured look. Hello, there, future dream vessel. What sort of dream should you hold? A trip, a perfect day, an adventure? Or something absolutely impossible?

Impossible might be fun, actually. Like what about a climb up the Himalayas and a picnic with a yeti herd. That would be amazing.