"There was this one time..."
Astrid began, her voice already heavy with exasperation.
"When she was younger and she decided she wanted to cook. Everyone knew it was a terrible idea. Everyone. But she insisted, and we thought, well, what's the worst that could happen?"
"She blew up half the family house." Charlotte finished flatly.
"She blew up—" Maria's lips twitched. "How? What kind of kitchen has bombs in it?"
"That's the point!" Charlotte threw her hands up. "There was nothing in that kitchen that could possibly explode! No gas tanks, no volatile ingredients, nothing! And somehow—somehow—she managed to level it without even using her blessing. It's still a mystery to this day!"
Anya pinched the bridge of her nose.
