He must've sensed my stare because he cracked an eye open to peer at me. "I thought I smelled spiced apples."
Since I didn't carry any fruit other than kiwi, he was probably referring to my favorite smell, the one I always magicked into my bath water. He knew that was me?
"You smelled me rather than heard me walk like a dinosaur, so I'll take that as progress." I plopped down on a stool in front of a large mirror with lights bordering it, set everything on the cabinet below, and dug into the bread like I hadn't eaten in days.
He sat up, his stomach muscles flexing, and waved his hand for some food.
I ripped the bread in half and tossed him the larger part. "Was that the kind of wave you used to tell me not to jump off a building today, or was it more...casual?"
Holding the bread in bo
