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intended for a cat bed.  Assuming she could manage to produce something that remotely resembled a square—at the moment, it looked more like a bloated bow tie.
    She wasn’t the only one getting advice from happily knitting dudes.
    “You’re thinking too hard.”  Aervyn sat beside Mia on Lauren’s couch, knitting earnestly and coaching his sister on the finer points of letting fire power flow into her yarn.  Moira sat on Mia’s other side, periodically taking over someone’s needles and fixing issues.
    She was leaving Lauren to stew alone with her mutant bow tie, however.
    You’re not alone.  Nell’s knitting had made it about four rows.  I freaking hated knitting when I was the girls’ age.  Moira’s getting her revenge now.
    Someone has to make sure we don’t scorch the ceilings.  And the knitting lesson hadn’t been Moira’s idea.  It had been Jamie’s.  Quiet, careful cover for determining exactly how far Mia’s latent talents had unmasked.  With three of the world’s best fire witches in the room and Devin to dump an ocean on things if necessary.
    However, a grumpy mind witch who clearly had no aptitude for knitting was totally redundant.
    Nice try.  Jamie sounded amused.  If it gets exciting in here, your job is to make sure Dev only douses the fire witches who aren’t in control.
    Lauren snorted.  Controlling him wasn’t in my marriage vows.   Anything from Mia yet?
    Nope.  Jamie sounded a little puzzled.  A ervyn’s got her doing all the right things, but not so much as a sneeze of power.
    Hmm.  Moira weighed in on the group connection Lauren was holding open.  P erhaps she’s very early on, then.
    I don’t think so.  Nell sounded skeptical.  Ginia says she’s been waking up warm for three weeks now.
    She’d know.   Moira’s faith in her young apprentice was absolute.  And she’d easily read the signs of active channels or power pooling.
    Still.  The easygoing tone of Jamie’s voice had shifted, replaced by the steady focus that made him Witch Central’s best trainer.  Every other fire witchling I can think of could trickle power into yarn within a week of night hot flashes starting.
    Nell was nodding.  Mom had us in Caro’s shop about five minutes after we woke up warm.
    Mia looked up from her knitting and rolled her eyes.  “You guys can stop talking about us in your heads now.”
    “They’re just talking about old-people stuff,” said Aervyn, tugging on a recalcitrant stitch and making another big hole in his square as he did so.  “About how Mama and Auntie Lauren don’t like to knit, but they’re doing it anyhow because they want to keep an eye on us.”
    “Duh.”  Shay and Ginia giggled in unison.
    Nell eyed her daughters.  “If you guys are so smart, then how about we knit and you make the spaghetti for lunch?”
    Aervyn looked vaguely interested.  The girls, already spaghetti pros, knew a dumb offer when they heard one.  Mia grinned at her mother.  “We have to practice our knitting.  You never know which one of us might end up being a fire witch.  Maybe I’m just hot, and really it’s Shay or Ginia who’s gonna start making fireworks.”
    Lauren’s mind clanged as four adult brains all ran into the suddenly obvious.  And then Jamie reached a casual hand for Shay’s knitting.
    Aervyn just shook his head.  “Nope.  I already checked.”
    Great.  They were being outrun by the under-four-foot crowd again.  And then an errant thought hit Lauren’s radar, one that hadn’t sprung from the rueful adults.
    Mia—wishing very hard for her sister to be the one with magic coming.
    Carefully, Lauren pinged Nell.  Did you catch that?
    Yeah.  Nell was watching her three girls closely.  Reading each of them.  Calling on mama instinct as much as mind magic.  “It could be any of you.  Or more than one of you.”
    Hope flared in Mia’s mind.  And Ginia’s too.  And the adults in the room started putting the picture