“I should have trust issues accepting baked goods from a witch in a gingerbread house.”
“That’s just a joke illusion,” she said, feeding him a cookie.
He fed her. “They’re good.”
“I made them with love, potion.”
There were crumb kisses. “Unnecessary.”
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