Oscar was trying to figure out how to make ice sculptures in the parlor, which was creating a lot of problems (puddles on the floor) because despite his best magical efforts, the ice kept melting. He hadn't done anything about the puddles yet, but had a feeling that the maids were going to be furious at him until the next time he decided to get flowers for them.

He dropped one of his carving tools when he saw Victor. "You could have left a note," Oscar whined, passive-aggressively. Victor was an adult, obviously, but he did live (float) here, so it had been rather alarming when he disappeared without any notice. What if he'd gotten stuck in one of those ghost-mirrors?

Oscar had not yet bothered to answer the question about the Wife.