My hallucination talks back to me. What could go wrong with that?

[Chris kept poking with the potion he had been making. Maybe it did something besides be hallucinogenic? Either way, a hallucinogenic potion could be useful. As long as he wasn't near it. Still, seeing a raccoon wasn't exactly normal. If he could call anything in his life normal. But what else could it be?]]

Fine. What do you want then, oh raccoon fairy godmother? Besides your tutu, wings and magic wand.

And keep your mitts out of my pot.

[Chris dropped a piece of something into the pot and it went a little smokey. And he was still hallucinating. Cool.]