The Serendipity (Only Magic in the Building)

by Emma St. Clair

My people quota for the day has already been met … and exceeded.

“People buy these for children? At how much per cookie?” The flush in Willa’s cheeks is more of a red fire now, and I realize too late how rude my question sounds. I’m not saying what I mean, which is that her cookies are far too beautiful to waste on children who probably wouldn’t appreciate the difference between something hand-decorated and a factory-produced cookie in a package.