"Felix, what in the name of molten goat cheese are you wearing?"
He looked up proudly from the makeshift stage we'd constructed behind the training field. "It's a ceremonial battle robe! For my dramatic performance during the Trial of Doom & Delight!"
"It's a bathrobe," Mira corrected, voice flat.
"And the slippers?" I asked, gesturing to the fuzzy blue monstrosities on his feet.
"They're enchanted for... speed!"
He tripped trying to demonstrate.
I massaged my temples as Wallace's third test of the confetti cannons misfired again—this time launching a perfectly intact cake into the air and onto Leo's head. Mira didn't even flinch. She just wiped some frosting off her cheek and muttered, "This isn't even the worst part of my day."
Garrick was trying to help set up the obstacle course again. Emphasis on "trying."
"Professor," he called, hefting a suspiciously creaky wooden board. "Where does this go?"
