It may not be flashy, but it is fascinating, the screws twisting themselves into the wood at Nick's command. His demurral, though, pokes at something a little stubborn and impertinent within her; makes her speak without much thought. "Oh, fine," she says, feigning a yawn. "How boring, to have my friend who's a warlock use magic to put together a piece of furniture, which is so clearly an everyday occurrence and definitely something that would happen all the time back home."

Rosie can't maintain the charade much longer than that, and she laughs brightly as she picks up the instruction booklet again.