“You never know until you try,” Nila said. “At this point, nothing would surprise me.”
Frederica glanced across the table at Tommy. He stared down at his drink, not engaging in the conversation or apparently even listening. She didn’t have to read his mind to figure out why; she understood all too well what he must have been feeling. She felt the same way seeing him with Magh.
The waiter arrived with a few of their meals, and came back with the rest shortly thereafter. Frederica telekinetically floated a French fry from Griffith’s plate but he snatched it out of the air with his teeth before she could eat it. He winked and she rolled her eyes.
“Don’t make me turn off your powers,” Josephine said.
Frederica stuck her tongue out at her sister.
“You can do that?” Griffith asked.
“Unfortunately,” Frederica said.
“Don’t listen to Fred,” Josephine said. “She’s just intimidated by a level playing field. I’m one of only a handful of people whose minds she can’t read.”
“I’m a little jealous.”
“Why, you got something to hide?” Josephine asked.
“Uh, no,” he replied. “It just makes me kind of nervous sometimes, knowing that she can see exactly how much I adore her without even saying a word.”
“Good answer,” Josephine said. “But don’t let my witty repartee fool you: if you hurt my sister, I’ll pluck every last one of your pretty little feathers and turn them into pillows.”
“And I’ll help,” Nila said. “I took a semester of judo back in high school. You wouldn’t want to mess with me.”
“She can stand up for herself, you know,” Tommy said, finally speaking. “She doesn’t need to be protected from everything like she’s a child.”
“We’re just having a little fun, dude,” Josephine said. “No need to go all ‘um actually’ on us.”
“Nah, Tommy’s right,” Frederica said. “Griff knows exactly what I’m capable of. Doesn’t he?”