““Hinges squeaked from the back of the house, followed by thumping footsteps and Winter's dreamy voice flowing through the house's narrow halls. "But I will have a chance to milk her before we go? I've never milked a cow before. I think I'd be good at it." "Of course you would," Jacin said with a chuckle. "She'll stare at you dumbfounded the whole time like all the other animals that fall under your spell." "What spell?" said Winter, knocking her shoulder into Jacin as they rounded the base of the stairway. "I'm not a hypnotist." "Are you sure?””
