The moment the SUV doors shut, Rowena crossed her arms and started sulking like a five-year-old denied dessert.
I immediately knew I had won before I even opened my mouth.
"You okay there, sis?" I asked, barely able to keep the glee out of my voice.
Rowena grunted a full grumpy, magic-section-lost, I-am-so-dramatic grunt.
Oh, this was going to be fun.
I leaned in slightly, voice full of mock concern.
"Are you sure you don't need a tissue? Maybe a hug? Should I call Seraphine and let her know her big bad daughter got outplayed by some chefs?"
Rowena's eye twitched.
"I didn't get outplayed," she muttered. "I had the most badges."
I gasped. "Oh, you did! That's right! A hundred and thirty-nine, right?"
Rowena nodded, shoulders puffing up.
I waited just long enough for her ego to inflate.
Then I grinned.
"And yet."
Rowena's eyebrow twitched.
"The magic section still lost."
