Poe tsked. "Never do I curse this form more than now..."

Not too long after, Magica returned. In one hand was a chipped plate, with a cut loaf of bread and a slab of meat. In the other was a goblet of water. Despite the castle looking as if it had aged a hundred years, the food smelled fresh.

"Don't go answering things he won't question." Magica warned her brother.