“This is the best I could manage,” Darius said, dropping the plate of toast down on the table before us and making Seth gasp in horror. “Why is there only butter on it?” I asked. “And why isn’t the butter all the way to the edges?” Seth added. “Do I smell burning?” Max asked, picking up a slice and turning it over to reveal the black underside. “I’ve never tried to make toast with my magic before, alright?” Darius grumbled. “Would you rather I’d just brought you uncooked bread?” “Than this horror show?” Seth said, clutching his imaginary pearls. “Yes I would.”
