Topper landed on the edge of the road leading up to the property. She waited patiently for Stark to walk off his small bout of nausea. She frowned at his back. “Did you eat before you travelled through the portal?”
Stark shook his head. “No, I had a glass of ale with Polar—Frost’s father. Probably a mistake, but Polar insisted.”
Topper shook her head. “Well, that could be the problem with magic travelling again so soon. I have to speed up our molecules to make it happen and that burns a ton of calories. Are you vegetarian or carnivore?”
“Carnivore,” Stark replied.
Topper closed her eyes and chanted. She opened them to a thick sandwich piled high with everything she’d had in her refrigerator in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. She held both out to him. “This should hold you
