He seemed to decide the struggle with her was not worth it. She was simultaneously glad and disappointed that the war was won so easily. On the one hand, she would love to get to bed soon, but on the other, it would have been very fun for her to levitate Max up the stairs. Then again, that would have surely ended in him spewing whatever meal he and Gabby had divulged in all over the stairs, which she would have been left to clean up. So, she supposed it was good that he did not fight her. Instead, he took her hand and slowly rose to follow her.
She carefully led him up the stairs, feeling oddly pleased at this turn of events. Pleased that it was Max, for once, being the silly one who needed to be cared after. Pleased that she know had some funny little memories to use as blackmail. Pleased that he had so mildly chosen to take her hand and follow her instructions.
With a feeling of faint déjà vu, she opened Max’s door and marched him across the threshold. This time, she pulled the covers more fully off the bed and made sure he got beneath them, sheet still wrapped around him like a toga, before she carefully tucked the corners of the bedspread into the mattress. She hoped it would be just tight enough to discourage his clumsy, drunken limbs from attempting any more cake heists. She once again bade him a fond good night and carefully closed the door behind her, before hurrying downstairs to lock up what was left of the cake and to locate her forgotten toothbrush.
- - -
Sunny had not stopped singing. She was banging about in the sitting room next to the kitchen, singing ‘It’s a Small World After All’, with absolutely no reservation. Gabby was about on the point of throwing a fit, Jack could tell, but the promise of food kept him rooted to his seat in the kitchen. A lovely concoction of sausage and eggs were gaining color in one pan, while Jack manufactured thick waffles from the waffle maker Teddy had given her for Christmas. She placed Charlie’s plate out first because, as she kept reminding Gabby, Charlie was one of the few in the house who had contributed to the peace in the household the night before.
Max entered and Jack kept herself from glancing up, though the smirk unfurled on her face. She set Gabby’s plate out for him, and began constructing a plate for her dark-haired flatmate. Gabby’s elbows were propped up on the table, his temples resting on his fingertips as he glared down at the table. If looks could kill, the table would surely be on fire.
”There is just one moon, and a golden sun, and a smile means friendship for everyone-“ Jack deposited a plate in front of Max, still saying nothing. She turned the stove off as well as the waffle maker, and made her own plate quickly. With a flick of her wand, orange juice and water began pouring for everyone, cups arranging themselves nicely and neatly in front of each place setting. She took her place at the table and set her plate down. A drink of water. Syrup pouring over the waffles. A bite of egg. Cutting into the waffle. Gabby took a drink of orange juice. Jack looked at Max.
“I’m glad to see you found your pants.”
Orange juice sprayed out of Gabby’s mouth in a mist of shock.