Swamped

You walk in and find Monty kissing Mortimer Flame. They both seem rather embarrassed.

"Sorry," Mortimer mutters. "It's just, after everything that's been going on tonight, I needed to see Monty. Was worried things might go wrong and I wouldn't get another chance."

"Well, things will almost certainly go wrong if your uncle doesn't get this ice," you grumble. "And since you've got to get back to the hospital anyway, you might as well help with carrying it."

"Uncle Leo? Damn, I'm sorry."  Mortimer glances around. "Where's the ice?"

"It's over in that room. Specially cooled. But we need a lot, so I'll fetch a wheelbarrow."

"I'll grab some and meet you outside," Mortimer says. "Maybe that will save us some time."

You follow him in. Monty was right - those are big bags. You don't think you could handle even one without throwing out your back - not unless you risked using magic. And given what happened the last time you took that chance... no, you're not going to until you understand more.

It then occurs to you that Mortimer might have information about some of the things you've heard lately. He might have heard about what's been stolen, or watched one of the shows. Maybe he even knows something about what happened to the old theater. You think for a moment about what you've learned since your last conversation with him, so you can settle on what to ask.