#Chapter 452 – Cake for Lunch

“Still not going to take my magic?” Midnight asks, standing in the door to her yurt with her hands on her hips, dressed in a fairly fantastic collection of clothes that she clearly picked for herself with enthusiasm from the insanely large selection my mom bought for her. I smile, taking in the three scarves that Midnight has stacked over a sundress, which she wears over a pair of jeans that she’s tucked into a pair of yellow rubber boots. A jaunty winter hat is pulled down over her curls, the fuzzy purple pompom on top wobbling back and forth whenever she moves. “I promise,” I say, giving her a little salute, an offering of cake in my hands as I stand before her with Jackson at my side. “Also, I love your outfit. You look great!” “Thank you! You may enter,” she says, quite dramatic and smiling, bowing us into the yurt. “Hey Mids,” Jacks says, giving her a little hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Good to see you.” “Don’t kiss me,” she snaps, giving him a little shove away that