When they'd finished, Amy leaned against a doorway and sighed. She'd told Jalen that this little experiment wouldn't be a problem, but she knew as soon as she dragged herself back in his sight he'd tuck her into bed with a lecture as a bedtime story. Drat. She found herself yawning a little, then laughed softly and poked her stomach. "And that, Lanie, was called magic. Nifty, huh?" She raised an eyebrow at Song, then pouted.

"She's not talking to me yet. Well, not talking, you know what I mean. I'm gonna go steal some cookies before Jale sees me and carries me off. Maybe I can get upstairs without being caught. We'll clean up the mess in the library later."

She hugged Song again, just a bit longer this time, then disappeared off on her errand, smiling. She felt safer already.