#Chapter 126 Signs and Symptoms

Theodore’s POV I chopped the boren mushrooms while the spies slept. I was pretty sure none of them knew the difference between regular and magical ingredients, but I tried to meal prep while they slept just in case. The boren mushrooms had such a strange, gangly shape, but they had come to be one of my favorite additions to almost every meal for their flavor and how much they rejuvenated my magic. Smelling something burning, I turned back to the stove where the crinal was cooking at a simmer. Crinal was an allium similar to onions, but magical. That, and apparently, it cooked way faster than onions. I turned off the burner, scraping the crinal that I had accidentally burnt to a crisp into the trash. Teaching myself to cook with these magical ingredients was proving to be harder than anticipated. I threw the pan into the sink in frustration. I didn’t even know what use it was teaching myself all this when using my magic would only give Owen ammunition to expel me across the b