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"What happened to your mom, anyway?" He doesn't seem offended by the questions, and even if he were she's never been good at repressing curiosity.
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"I only know how to cook a little. And only the Muggle way, I wouldn't even be able to do an omelet in a magic kitchen."
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"Aren't there, like, magic appliances that you wouldn't have to cast spells to use? Or do you catch things on fire even when you wand-tap them?"
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"Place does fail fire code," snorts Bella. "I suppose if I told my parents about any of your stuff and they complained they'd get ignored because Muggles?"
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Bella writes this down in LARGE LETTERS in her notebook and picks at the rest of her meal.