[ It's a little difficult for things to thrive when you're not sure what can, he thinks, but that's a harsh thought that Daniel dismisses as soon as it comes to light. Not living with magic in the way some of Amyranth does means that self-control has never been an issue. Not in the ways Charlene feels it, he's sure.

The mug shifts over and it's obvious that Daniel's pleased. His smile is full in the way only his curves, open and quiet all at once, silently thankful but genuinely glad too. He's made out of patience and he can do this for as long as he needs to — those miniature trees in those miniature stone trays have done just that for hundreds of lifetimes — but the strength of a dream isn't always quantifiable like that. ]

Yes. And you're the witch. [ Mildly thoughtful, he adds: ] Is it too much to ask for a house of gingerbread, do you think? Is that against coven law?