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“Onions and garlic ready?” Ridley asked Archer that evening. They were cooking dinner in the cabin Ridley lived in, waiting for Dad and anyone else who might want to join them. The meeting Nathan had mentioned with the family reps would soon be over, and Dad would fill them in on everything that had been discussed.
“Yeah, watch out,” Archer answered. Ridley ducked as a cutting board soared past her head and tipped itself to the side over the pan on the stove. The sliced onions and garlic slid neatly into the pan and began sizzling in the oil. “Nice,” Archer said. “I’m enjoying this food-prep-with-magic thing. So much easier than cutting vegetables by hand.”
Ridley snorted. “Like you ever cut a vegetable in your life, Archer Davenport.”
“Hey, I prepared plenty of food while living wit
