The conversation over breakfast went about as smoothly as Kim had suspected it would. Considerable yelling, arm-waving, finger-pointing, brandishing of pieces of toast, threats of eternal grounding – the last of which had considerably more impact than it might have in another household, as wizards actually could be grounded until they were seventy.
She weathered the storm in silence until Cynthia ran out of steam, set the toast down, and sighed.
“Did he say how this was going to go down? I’m not inviting him in here. I don’t particularly feel like treading on his turf, either, though that would probably be more appropriate.”
“Dunno. He just said to continue the conversation. Could probably just phone, I guess.”
“No. Agreements have to be contracted in person. Words spoken face-to-face
