A representative from the city council came to the shop. They were concerned that the 'noxious fumes' from my monthly ritual were a violation of a municipal code. I explained it was sanctified incense, not a hazardous material. They were not satisfied. I then explained the metaphysical properties of sulfur and myrrh. They were less satisfied. I have been given a warning. I am considering my options. The bureaucratic spirit is a resilient one, but not impervious to a well-aimed counter-hex. Klaus suggests we simply hex the entire zoning board. His ambition is admirable, but the energy expenditure would be prohibitive. I will instead fill out their form in triplicate, using ink infused with a mild confusion agent. It is the modern way.