Marcus blinked. Almost laughed. “Half and half. White and wheat. You know, we’re rebooting that show soon. You should come on as a judge, for an episode or two. It’ll be closer to this format, as far as mystery ingredients, but a full dinner menu, not just baking.”
“I think,” Colby said, “I could probably manage that.” He could. With friends around, and Jason holding his hand, and no one seeming to mind that he got overly enthusiastic about baked goods and magic and hypothetical magical baked goods.
All in all, he was decidedly happy, just now.
He peeked back at the monitors. “Oh, that Victorian Christmas banquet is coming along, that’s lovely!”
“Yes,” Marcus agreed, “I’m not judging, of course, but…Kodi’s very good. If I were saying anything…”
“You’d be saying it about them?”
“Somet
