"It's okay," she said lightly. "Just...let me get the food next time, okay?"
She glanced over when he didn't answer, and saw that he was trying to stuff the stuffing back into his foot.
"Oh. Do you want me to do that?" she asked, paper and scissors falling down, useless now that her witchery wasn't holding them up. She pushed herself onto her feet, then walked over to him. She pushed the stuffing in, then held his foot together while he sewed.
"Who made you?" she asked him. This didn't look like the work of Doctor Finklestein.
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