"You know you're a better cook than I am," Star said later as she finished off the last of the omelet Theo had made for brunch. Neither of them had realized it was almost noon when the mechanic called to tell them Star's car was fine except for a small ding in the front fender and some scratches in the paint. After the car had been dropped off, they'd decided to finish eating before testing her ability to leave the cabin.
Theo had to admit, part of him hoped the spell, or whatever it was, wasn't over yet. He and Star had been growing closer in the last eighteen or so hours, but they hadn't had enough chance to talk yet, to sort out the issues that had driven them apart last summer.
"Theo?" Star set her fork down and reached across the table to take his hand. "Is something wrong?"
"No."
