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"Okay that's five hundred potatoes down." Flora sighed as we were all in the kitchen, helping Bloom with a potion.
"That makes five hundred more to go." I groaned at the mere thought, just wanting to go to bed and Stella isn't even here, probably busy with more 'important' stuff.
"You know, I'll feel like a dork if this doesn't work." Bloom scratched her neck in a sheepish way.
"Well, where did you find the formula?" Musa asked and that peaked my interest too in all honesty.
"It was in the new fairies self improvement guide so it should work." Bloom tried to optimistic but we are just freshmen fairies. "A thousand potatoes a bushel of flipweed and a magic backflip and you will be making good decisions the next day. It said good judgment is guaranteed."
Bloom used her magic, to make herself float and she quickly backflipped before landing back to the ground, I smiled in amusement as Bloom played with her newfound magic.
The doors suddenly burst open and cheff Sfoglia came in looking rather angry, probably because we were using the kitchen without permission.
"I thought I heard itty bitty voices." He muttered but I could hear the thick spanish accent. "What are you girls doing in my kitchen?"
"We're working on a potion for class, sir." I answered politely and the girls shot up at how politely I answered, knowing that, I glared at them.
He looked around, judging the mess we made. "Look at this place, it's a mess!"
"The potion lab wasn't availabe." Tecna pointed out as if that would make it better.
"Relax maestro have a spud." Musa smirked, making me laugh.
"My spiro potatoes! You are using my babies." The cheff complained "And what is this all about?" He questioned pointing towards the omelets on the stove.
"That's dinner." Flora stated, smiling happily as if the cheff wasn't mad at us.
"We got hungry." Bloom added for good measure while I just deadpanned.
"That's not how to cook." The cheff bluntly said as he eyed our food in disgust.
"It can't be that hard." Musa rolled her eyes at his dramatic behaviour.
"You have to show love to your food. You can't neglect it, you must put passion in your cooking." The cheff rambled as his eyes lit up while talking about the food.
Soon, one by one we all flipped our omelets, me barely catching my omelet, though, I think Bloom was too excited cause she flipped the omelet too high that it got stuck to the ceiling fan
