And the adults around here are always pushing for people to practice their abilities. Obviously, my hands are tied.

[ Theres a facial shrug from Charlie, an expression of pure ‘cant get out of this’ that’s corrupted by the smile that’s all teeth and horrible amusement. This was going to be totally worth the missed oatmeal. She composes herself, turning into the very picture of confused concern and heads back into the kitchen. Pulling herself up onto the kitchen counter where this gross activity was still going, Charlie picks up a honey crisp apple before speaking. ]

You know that meat turned like...four days ago, right? There’s bugs all in it. And the egg was rotten, too. It’s practically black.


[ . Just a Little Push the second those two idiotic boys look her in the eyes to protest. A little shove. And then they look into the blender and it’s just chaos from there. There’s panicking and yelling and the pitcher gets dropped into the sink as both boys run out the kitchen. Charlie calmly takes a bite of her apple and watches them run, waving farewell as she starts cracking up. ]