Poor Scrooge, an unknowing pawn between the siblings' spat. The two stared at one another in silence until Magica broke it.

"Eat." She commanded. "We don't need to pleasure each other tonight. I imagine you still need recovering." Besides, she enjoyed cuddling with Scrooge even if it led to nothing.

Poe snorted, but didn't add on. She was really going to hang that over his head for a while, wasn't she?