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her. What's the big deal? And why does she look like she wants to kill someone? Cheyenne was glaring, her lips pursed, and her breathing was heavy. It took him a moment to figure out that the person she was glaring at was Zes. Her ex must have been just as confused as him, because Zes frowned and ate slowly.
    â€œYou want me to come dancing with you guys?” Noel asked.
    â€œSure,” Anj said. “We need an even number. It's unacceptable for Zes to sit and eat all of the mushroom poppers while the rest of us have a good time.”
    â€œThe mushroom poppers sound like more of my style.” She laughed.
    â€œThen split a plate. I keep telling him he needs to watch his caloric intake before we're not so identical anymore, if you catch my drift.”
    Zes groaned a little and pushed his plate away.
    Anj pushed it back toward his twin. “You're a growing boy. How are we going to get to be six feet tall if we stop eating? Honestly…”
    â€œYou just said…”
    â€œI was kidding. Will you stop trying to hinder my ability to make some magic?”
    Denver snorted. “I didn't know you had any magic.”
    For a brief second, Anj flashed on his magic so he could look at Denver again. “I'm capable of a lot of things.”
    â€œBy all means, continue to work your 'magic' then.” Denver gestured towards Zes. “I personally think it's sweet you're trying to set your brother up on a hot date.” It'll help him and Cheyenne get on better terms and then maybe she won't be so mopey all of the time, or keep trying to hide from everyone. Sneaking around is getting kind of old. I want to flaunt what's mine.
    Always acting the sweet, good boy, Zes started to choke on his food. He coughed a few times, hitting his chest with his fist as he did, and turned an impressive shade of red. Denver had seen him do this on a number of occasions and it was always a riot. The whole thing had to be nothing more than a well-done performance. How could anyone be so pathetically shy? Denver couldn't believe that guy was able to woo Cheyenne, let alone be intimate with her. That bothered him, a lot.
    When he glanced at Cheyenne, Denver noticed she too was starting to turn red. The glare in her eyes increased. She leaned in and kissed Denver firm on the mouth, at the same time standing from the table, pulling him up with her.
    â€œI have some studying to do, but I'll see you later tonight,” she said before stomping away.
    The table grew quiet, even Halyn, who Denver was positive didn't know how to shut up. Every so often there was a casual crunch from Teague who was busy eating a carrot, unbelievably happy. “She's mad,” he said.
    â€œYeah,” Denver said, stiffly. Thanks for pointing out the obvious, like always, kiddo.
    That was what Teague did best. The boy claimed to be a sixteen-year-old, but he had the attention span and innocence of a five-year-old, sometimes even the intelligence of one as well. As Denver learned more about the kid, the less he was surprised. Nobody else knew it, but Teague was from the future. To make things even more hilarious, he was Anj and Jewl's son from the future. How far off Teague's conception was from the present time Denver didn't know, but it was by far the juiciest secret he'd ever kept in his entire life. Lurking in the underworld taught him a number of interesting things. It would be amusingly ironic for Anj, Mr. Know-It-All, to produce unintelligent children, but Denver had the feeling Teague's lack of brains was a nasty side effect from time traveling.
    Anj stared blankly in front of him, as if he were watching Cheyenne leave. His eyes were dark and dull however, so he wasn't using his sight spell. After a moment passed, he shrugged. “Not my problem.”
    Jewl stirred some mashed potatoes on her plate. “Awkward.”
    â€œI promise you Noel, our table is hardly ever this dramatic,” Anj said. “Who am I kidding