Paperwork, and a Drink
The Magician stepped past the large blender full of liquified Robyn. "Don't worry, Hitomi, you tried your best," he said to his assistant, then turned back to the audience. Don't worry, ladies and gentlemen, Robyn's been in worse situations, believe it or not. I'll get to her in a minute, but right now I've got my hands full. Here, Hitomi- hold Mari for me." He handed her the small blender.
"Now, I did say I had some paperwork to do." He held up the paper he was carrying, and showed both sides blank. Then he rolled it into a cone, took the blender from Hitomi, and carefully poured the contents into the paper. He then handed the blender back to Hitomi, who took it offstage, and unrolled the paper, revealing that there was now a picture of a rather smeared Marisol, complete with butterfly wings, on the front. "Straight out of Lady Cottington's Pressed Fairy Book, ladies and gentlemen." There was some laughter from the audience. "Well, at least some of you got the reference..." Laurel wheeled out an easel, and The Magician tacked the paper to it. "Some cleanup work-" He pulled out an eraser, cleaned up some of the smudges, then peeled the butterfly wings directly off the paper. "That looks better, but she's still a bit short."
The Magician carefully peeled the picture of Marisol off of the paper, and folded it up. Then he pulled on it, "Gently... we don't want her to rip." Under his hands, the folded image seemed to get bigger, and bigger. He unfolded it, and shook it out- a perfect image of Marisol, front and back. "There we go. She was 5'2"... Mari, would you like longer legs? No, sorry, you can't answer that right now," he smiled. "No, I think she was perfect before. Besides, Laurel would kill me if she had to re-tailor all of Marisol's costumes.