Maxwell looked down at Wilson and then to the pond. The scientist was leaning in close over the water, staring down into it with an expression of burning determination. Fishing.

Max sighed, and felt the impulse to check his wrist--but he didn't have a watch.

"When will you give up? That water's far too shallow," he mused, not looking at Wilson as he spoke.

Wilson looked up at him with a scowl. "It might be just a little shallow, but the water stretches on for a bit. What it lacks in depth it makes up for in width, I'd think."

"That's not how fish work."

"Oh, you know more about fish than I do now? Mr. Expert?"

Maxwell looked down at him and stared with a dull expression, then glanced at how close he was to the edge of the water. Wilson then stood up, trying to stand on his toes to match Max's height.

"Well, Showbiz?" The scientist huffed. The magician stared back and him and slowly frowned.

"... Mr. Higgsbury, would you agree a great deal of knowledge comes from experience?"

The other man raised an eyebrow. "Yes...? Why?"

"No reason in particular, besides the fact I have a point to prove." Maxwell smiled softly, then placed his hands on Wilson's shoulders. Then he pushed him back, and he stumbled over into the pond with a yell and a splash.

He was right, there were no fish. But Wilson was certainly going to have him sleeping with some later on.

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