"Yep, Isabella's fine we're here." Boxy handed me his glittery pineapple drink so he could lean on his cane while he fished out a handkerchief from his magic pants. He then mopped his forehead with it and took his cup back from me. "She gave me an open invitation."

Smiling, I nudged him with my elbow. "Such a smoothie you are."

"Blam tootin' I am."

I knocked, and when Isabella opened the door, my eyes widened. I shouldn't have been surprised by the sight in front of ...