“Didn’t want to. Tired.” She didn’t even know why she was persisting in sulkiness, except that it had been a long, exhausting week and she felt like she hadn’t seen enough of him. Which was probably entirely untrue, but it was what she felt like. It didn’t help that she was out of sorts from feeling disorganised, with most of her things actually still in badly labelled boxes. “Don’t want to unpack, Tony. Make it just magically be done.”Tony carefully shifted the cat until he was cradling the fuzzy beast in one arm, and then he slid his free hand into his pocket. He glanced around at the minefield of boxes and the forest of books. “Not really my forte,” he said after a second, and added wryly, “but Lokes probably could manage something to help if you asked him.”
“I didn’t mean real magic,” Summer mumbled, huddling deeper into the couch cushions. “Just don’t want to do it.” Helios put a paw on Tony’s face, patpat. “This was a stupid idea,” she went on.