(May 1, 2025)

 Broccoli or cauliflower.

Broccoli…. Or cauliflower…

Jaspellior stared into the fridge, untempted by either option.

The pizza sitting one shelf up of the vegetables called to them, but if they ate it, their roommate would never speak to them again, and that would make life awkward. And potentially dangerous. After all, angering an ogre was always a foolish decision.

Okay, so, broccoli or…

A loud thud echoed from the living room, and Jaspellior slammed the fridge door closed, sprinting into the other room to find out what Mela, her pixie roommate, had done now.

But there was no pixie to be found. Only a white goose. Sitting on the couch.

“Jespellior,” it honked.

Jaspellior blinked. “Hello?”

“You, my dear, have been chosen.”