"Chips're real food." At least they are according to Mae, and goddammit that's good enough. She wipes some leftover grease and flavor dust off onto her pants and rolls the bag up at the top, saving the rest for later. "I dunno, I just... didn't feel like eating, was all."

That's probably the least true thing she's said today. She was hungry alright, but the idea of leaving her room, or even just getting up out of bed, was too much. He didn't need to know that, though.

"Whoa, wait." She jabbed a finger at the end of his cig, eyes wide. "What the hell was that? Oh my God, is this more magic stuff?" You can almost hear the wonder in her voice. Magic is a real thing now, holy shit dude.