"Not kind of, Mommy," Miraya said, wriggling happily within the hug. "We're gonna be yours. Promise."

She wriggled away a little to ask, "After breakfast, will you take me out to train? Please?"

"And can you bake with me?" Asher added, to Tara. "You usually do that or magic when they're out working out, 'cause once I went with them and my glasses almost got broken."

Miraya, looking guilty, said, "It was an accident and I was really little." Like, practically a whole year younger.