Tom takes in the scene. “Did I come in at a bad time?”

I glance over at him, blowing my mane out of my eyes. “Tom, we are trying to replicate the scene where Pumpkin Cake wants something but can’t reach it. We think it will teach me how to use telekinesis.”

Tom’s face remains neutral. “Right… Well, um, I’m just gonna go back to the living room…”

I want to explain further to Tom, but Harry gently slaps my face, “Focus, Rachel. Do you even want this ice cream? Come on!”

I grunt and try to focus on grabbing it with imaginary arms or something, but it’s no use, I just struggle uselessly.

Harry frowns, “Come on, even Pumpkin Cake could have gotten this by now, and she’s a girl! What kind of man gets beaten by a girl?”

I grit my teeth, “I am a girl, asshole.”