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somehow wiggled onto the couch to cuddle with her. “I can’t believe how much snow fell since we started.”
    “Better in the virtual world than out here.” Enid hit pause and took a break to adjust her striped stockings. Both the Ash sisters liked to wear what might be considered quirky clothing to some people, but Enid tended to like colors more than Gemma did. “I like that I don’t have to layer my clothes the way they do. Ruins the aesthetic.”  
    Gemma shrugged as she examined her avatar, clad in multiple layers of heavy woven cloth, with several furs draped over the top of everything else. The costume did a great job of utterly anonymizing the unrealistically curvaceous figure of her avatar.
    She’d never lived outside of Secret Hallow so she’d never worried about shoveling snow or driving on ice-slick roads, but she suspected she’d hate living in such an environment and had to agree that dressing in so many heavy layers like their game avatars didn’t look appealing.
    On the other hand, she also hadn’t lived through the sweltering heat of summer while wearing super-thin clothing, either. To be fair, she realized she’d probably hate that just as much.
    Spending so much time in her tech-filled attic had given her at least a taste of being overheated to an uncomfortable temperature.
    “What about another bake sale?” Enid’s question interrupted Gemma’s thoughts.
    They resumed the game and walked until the characters arrived at the edge of a small village. Since they weren’t playing an online game the others walking around weren’t avatars, but more along the lines of set dressing.  
    “Bake sale?” said Gemma. She toggled her avatar to ask a question of the shopkeeper. The controller hummed in her hands. Even the peripherals for interfacing with her game station liked it when Gemma gave them attention, and it made her video game system happy to be played.
    Enid nudged her with an elbow to the ribs. “You know, as your fundraiser. For the school. Cauldrons! Where’s your mind? You’re more distracted than usual.”
    Of course. She’d discussed with Enid the idea of raising money to reconstruct the Ash Academy in the mundane way since the coven’s spells hadn’t been working.
    Gemma decided not to bring up that this wouldn’t be her fundraiser. The entire town needed the school. Education benefited everyone—even the coven elders. “We’d need an awful lot of pies to earn enough. I can’t imagine anyone in town would be interested in buying a bunch of baked goods when they can make their own.”
    “Maybe we could try variations on a theme? Pie cook-off, brownie cook-off…”
    Gemma would be lying if she didn’t admit the thought of all the desserts didn’t make her drool. The residents of Secret Hallow were universally good at baking sweets, though Nana and Iris were the undisputed champions with pies.
    As much as she loved the idea of being buried in flaky crusts and gooey fillings, the idea didn’t seem practical. Mundane contractors were expensive, and they typically didn’t barter for things that Secret Hallow had in abundance, like pumpkins, goats, and enchantments. “I don’t know that even a series would be enough, based on past experience.”
    “Yeah.” Enid sighed and tossed aside her controller. She laid her head against the back of the sofa and rubbed her closed eyes for several moments before perking up again. “I’m sure we’ll think of something. There’ll be lots of brainstorming at the esbat tonight.” She sent Gemma a questioning look. “You coming to share your power?”
    Gemma huffed a quiet, disbelieving noise before directing her character to sell her extra vegetables to the town’s shop, while Enid’s character sat off to one side and watched with a smug expression reminiscent of her real-life counterpart. Their communal gold increased a bit, though maybe not quite enough for the special staff Enid wanted, but they must at least be close to