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“They’re testing you to see if you qualify for Foxfire.” Fitz paused, like that was supposed to mean something.
“Isn’t that glowing fungus?” she asked.
Alden cracked up.
Fitz looked a little insulted. “It’s our most prestigious academy.”
“You named your most prestigious academy after fungus?”
“It represents a bright glow in a darkened world.”
“But . . . the light comes from fungus.”
Fitz rolled his eyes. “Will you stop saying ‘fungus’?
I did not plan for a stowaway, so we are short one lufterator.”
“I can tweak mine so two can share,” Dex said, bending his into a Z-shape. He made a few more tweaks before holding up the mouthpiece proudly. “Now it works on each end.”
“They’ll have to keep their faces very close together,” Mr. Forkle noted.
“Foster and I volunteer!” Keefe shouted.
“Uh, if anyone’s going to share with Sophie it should be me,” Dex argued.
“Wait, why do I have to share?” Sophie asked.
“Yeah, I nominate Dex and Keefe,” Fitz agreed.
“So do I,” Mr. Forkle decided. “Keefe, give your lufterator to Della.”
“Wait—what just happened?” Keefe asked.
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Keefe nodded slowly, grabbing another Custard Cream and prying the two halves of the sandwich apart. “Life’s… getting complicated, huh?”
“It is,” Fitz agreed, examining a Jammie Dodger like it held the secrets of the universe.
“I swear, watching boys try to communicate is like watching amoebas,” Ro told Sophie during the long silence that followed. “You just stare at their blobby little bodies and think, ‘How do these things even function?’ ”
“Hey, who you calling blobby?” Keefe complained, pulling back his tunic sleeves and flexing his arm muscles, which were pretty impressive—not that Sophie would ever tell him that.
Ro snorted. “You elves are so adorably puny.”
“Aren’t they?” Grizel asked. “I swear, I have swords that weigh more than some of them.”
“Um, excuse me, I complete your training regimen every day,” Fitz reminded her, “even with my healing leg.”
“You do,” Grizel agreed, before turning toward Ro and stage-whispering, “Do you think I should tell him that it’s the same workout we have our toddlers start with in Gildingham?”
Fitz scowled.
Keefe smirked. “I think the moral of this conversation is, females are cruel.”
“Anyone see any stuffed animals?” Sophie asked. “I can’t find Mrs. Stinkbottom.”
Tam snickered.
“Hey, all the cool kids are sleeping with stuffed animals these days,” Fitz informed him.
“I take it that means you have a Mrs. Stinkbottom of your own?” Linh asked.
“I have a Mr. Snuggles.”
“Wow.” Tam said. “Just . . . wow.”
“What are their names again?”
“Rex, Bex, and Lex. My dad’s not nearly as funny as he thinks he is.”
“Aw, I think it’s cute that you guys rhyme,” Biana said.
“That’s because you don’t have to be named Bitz,” Dex told her.
“Ohhh, I should start calling you that!” Fitz said, grinning at his sister.
“If you do, I’ll start calling you Fiana.”
“Wait,” Fitz said, scooting closer and wrapping his arm around Sophie’s waist.
“I’ll be fine,” she told him. “I barely feel anything when I do this.”
“Still, it’s better to be prepared, right?” His smile did all kinds of fluttery things to her heart.
And maybe she was imagining it, but he smelled better than normal—a little spicy and crisp, like he’d started wearing some sort of fancy elvin cologne. It took all of her willpower not to lean closer and take a long breath.
Dex rolled his eyes. “If anything, I’m the one who’s going to fall over.”
“Awww. I got you, Dexy,” Keefe said, wrapping his arms around Dex’s waist. “What? Was that not what you were hoping for?”
Tam snorted. “Pretty sure the last thing he wants is an Empath holding on to him when he goes anywhere near Sophie’s hand.”
“You guys are the worst,” Biana told them.
“We try,” Keefe said.