““Or maybe your magic isn't that destructive after all. The rain of Doritos, the bed thing,this...Maybe it's just that you create too big, you know?" When I could find my voice, I said, "Cal, that might be the nicest thing anyone's said to me since we got here." He twirled one of the naked roots between his fingers, and didn't meet my eyes. "It's true." Then he glanced up and gave one of those half smiles I was really starting to like. "And it's also true that I need to find another pot for this guy.I,uh, guess I'll see you at dinner." "Great.We can pick out our colors." "What?" "For the wedding. I'm thinking melon and mint. Supposed to be really hot next spring." Cal laughed out loud,the first time I'd ever heard him do that. "It's a plan. See ya, Sophie.””
