This time, instead of sitting together and glaring daggers at the intruder, the Spells had been up and about. Tea was being poured, along with a few small baked goods. Had Scrooge suddenly barged in on breakfast, or had he been expected and therefore good hosts sprung into action?

Whatever the answer to that question was, his question hit them much harder. Both twins went wide-eyed with surprise, Magica dropping the kettle and Poe using his magic to catch it and gently set it on the table. Ratface was sitting atop a chair, watching him evenly.

The twins exchanged a look, and Poe answered before Magica could. "Yes. We've always known."

Magica sat down, crossing her arms. "And it's what got them killed."