Aside from keeping his employees busy with all the various repairs of the Spell household, the twins couldn't really think of how helping them helped him - but then again, after the murder of their parents, people being genuinely kind to others and expecting little in return was a foreign and laughable concept. They'd never be able to repay him in any reasonable way. Once all the repairs were done, he'd wash his hands of this whole affair and leave them behind.

The food suddenly seemed quite bitter. Not that it stopped them from eating.

"Her family offered to take us in." Magica suddenly said, in a weird attempt to distract from strange feelings. "But we declined."

"Though I'm sure plenty will get a laugh that we declined aide from fellow magics, but wound up accepting a horde of mortals." Poe added with a click of his tongue.