Maybe I’ll go over to Minty’s house. And we can watch Mean Girls. And her mum will make us virgin mojitos. And we’ll do gel manis—Minty’s got her own machine. Minty doesn’t care about magic. Minty won’t even read fantasy novels. “I just can’t make myself care,” she says. “It’s all so fake.”
This is why I like Agatha (except the fantasy novels part lol)
