“I half-expected you to sleep upstairs,” Frederica said.
Josephine rolled her eyes.
“Hey, give me a little credit.”
“I did,” Frederica replied. “I only said ‘half’.”
“Ha ha,” Josphine muttered.
She stepped into the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee. Melody drifted in from the living room, her eyes passing groggily between the two sisters.
“This is going to take some getting used to,” she said.
“Even though you’ve already seen me do this?” Frederica asked, and split herself into three identical duplicates.
“Stop that.” Josephine snapped her fingers and forced Frederica to merge back into a single body. “One of you is bad enough.”
“Rude,” Frederica said.
Melody laughed and kissed Frederica on the cheek. Then she crossed the room to grab mugs for the coffee. Frederica turned and opened the cupboard. As she reached for the Frosted Flakes, something moved next to her hand. She yelped and leapt backward, one hand outstretched with flames dancing across her fingers.
“Sorry,” a tiny voice said.
Frederica blinked. Molly stood in the cupboard, six inches tall again, carrying an assortment of miniature climbing gear.
“How the hell did you get in there?” Frederica asked, dousing the flames.
Molly dropped onto the microwave, slid down the handle, then leapt off the edge of the counter. She expanded to full size in midair, landing on her feet next to the fridge.
“There’s a hole in the corner,” she replied. “Leads right up to your friend’s closet. This place is like Swiss cheese. I’m honestly surprised the problem isn’t a lot worse.”
She stooped and opened the cabinet below the sink. From the next room, Frederica heard the familiar woosh of a portal opening. Magh stepped into the kitchen as Molly shrank and disappeared into the cabinet.
“Uh… what did I miss?” Magh asked.