"... Uh, pick something, I'm not picky. Neither are my kids."

"Okay. Magically boneless ribeye and mashed potatoes and fancy salad and lemon pie? Do you want to supply serving dishes? I can't get rid of things as easily as I can make them. At home I take care of this problem with a black hole, but I should not do that in your house."

And they contain magically boneless ribeye, cooked to rare perfection, and garlic mashed potatoes, and an elaborate salad with nuts and cranberries and complicated dressing and cheese and mushrooms in it, and a lemon pie.

".... Okay, I like you."

"Awesome."

Darren snorts, from his spot on the couch, where he is furiously showing a notebook who's boss. Answer: him. He will find out what happened with the spell! Eventually!

"Are the kids going to eat anything?" wonders Cam. "I made plenty for four."

"Waaaait for it..."

"Food?" says the sister, poking her head through the door. "Food!"

"Demonic food!" says Cam brightly.

"Yaaay demonic food, if it's delicious and won't kill me I'll take it!" Skip, skip, food. She takes two plates, and wafts the second in front of Darren. "Earth to nerd, come in nerd. This is food calling."