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her
head in exasperation. “You just can’t trust the experts sometimes.
They go around looking for a quick answer, not necessarily the
right one.”
    Ruprecht studied the inside of his cup. He
was unusually quiet as we chattered on. I wondered what was going
on in his mind.
    “Well, is there anything we can do?” I
looked around the table for inspiration.
    “We could make a small casserole and make
sure she knows she is in our thoughts.” Mint tapped her finger on
the hardwood table in contemplation.
    “No. I mean, anything we can do .
With, you know.” I felt weird, trying to request a spellcasting on
Dianne’s behalf. However, if they could use magic to spy on
suspects and make magic love-muffins, well, surely they could be of
some use in the situation.
    “It’s not that simple,” Camino said
cautiously. “We could do a truth spell, I suppose, to make the
truth come to light. And a protection spell over Dianne, too.”
    “If we had some sort of evidence to work
with, maybe we could achieve a better result,” Thyme mused.
    “So if there was some sort of evidence to
work with, we might be able to clear her name?” I prompted the
group.
    Ruprecht stroked his chin. “There’s nothing
to say that we couldn’t.”
    “Nothing guarantees it, either,” Camino
added.
    “We could still do a spell of clarity.”
Thyme waved a cracker to emphasize her point, but Mint shook her
head.
    “But clarity for what?” Mint wagged a finger
in denial. “There are plenty of things we could accidentally bring
clarity to that are better left unknown. We could easily cause more
harm than good.”
    “True.” Thyme chewed her bottom lip as she
mulled over the problem. “Clarity as to who killed him? That seems
pretty much to the point.”
    “Agreed,” Ruprecht said as he tilted his cup
from side to side, studying its bottom with interest, and then set
it down. “But we will lend aid when our part becomes clear. For
now, let us simply enjoy each other’s company.”
    “But how will we know?” I asked. I
desperately wanted to help Dianne. After all, I knew what it was
like to have the community turn on me over a false assumption. But
what could I possibly do? I knew even less about magic than I did
about baking. I didn’t even know spells were real until shortly
after I’d moved to Bayberry Creek.
    “It will come to you, my dear.” Camino gave
my hand a reassuring pat. “Sometimes just believing in someone is
all the magic you need to help them through hard times. There isn’t
a spell in existence that makes better medicine.”
    “Though spells can be very useful when they
work the way you want them to.” Thyme grinned at me. “You’re from a
powerful bloodline. Maybe you’re accidentally hexing your
cooking?”
    “Very funny!” I pretended to toss a grape at
her.
    “Well, think about it!” Thyme laughed. “Your
one and only success was a super deluxe, love potion infused cake.
Maybe you’re unconsciously trying to spell your cakes to be tasty
and it gets lost in magic-translation somewhere.”
    “I’d settle for edible!” I said, and my
remark was met by scattered laughter from the others. I noticed
that they did seem oddly thoughtful over the idea. Surely they
weren’t seriously putting stock into that tease? I barely knew what
magic was, so I could hardly see myself subconsciously putting
hocus pocus type stuff onto my cooking. If I did, surely they’d be
less like toxic waste.
    “Edible to whom?” Thyme pressed. “Maybe your
cooking is a delicacy on another planet. You might be the next iron
chef on Mars.”
    “I think we’d have to look outside the solar
system,” I said with a dismissive wave of my hand. I was a terrible
cook, but I was certain that I wasn’t hexing food.
    Thankfully, attention was soon diverted from
the sorry subject of my cooking and turned to chatter about recent
events. Mint and Thyme were bickering lightly with each other, and
Ruprecht appeared to be completely