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“Thanks,” Ophelia said, “but I prefer to stick to my roots. My great-grandmother has had some… problems with curses and hexes and such in the past, and I like to follow in her footsteps for most magical things.”
She shook her head at the apple and tossed Melody something in a bag. “It doesn’t go bad; that’s its beauty,” she said. When Melody opened the bag, she saw a small brown cake-like thing that tasted faintly of lavender and chocolate. “It has basically all the essential nutrients,” Ophelia explained.