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My sort-of twin stood over the oven with such pride in her brilliant disposition. Jaxie was always one to take great personal interest in every task she set upon, even if it was just baking.
“They’re not going to get done any faster with you looming over them like some sort of brownie sentinel.”
I informed Jaxie, and she looked at me side-long, her green eye narrowed deeply.
“I believe in the power of positive thinking. I’m willing the luck of the brownie into each savory morsel as it’s raising in the oven.”
She said, and I quipped, “What are you, part leprechaun?”
Jaxie sniffed and inserted, “Nope, but my mum is.”
She was referring to Talia, whose father was a famous leprechaun who helped Mavis at the cost of his life in the final battle with Calder.
“Yeah, right, easy to
