"And, uh, what should I burn?"

"Well, I'm glad you asked." 

"We have a grill, on the deck. That's probably better for everyone." 

"Lead the way."

"Boo, you're such a killjoy. Honestly, how did you get the worst of both parents?"

He ruffles Alistair's hair and leads them downstairs. 

Mr. Argent observes this angrily. Silently. 

And then they're on the deck, overlooking the backyard. 

As promised, there is a grill. There's also plenty of wood, of course. She might want to be careful. 

"Okay, rhyme... hmm... Sun, light up, obey my will, set on fire this grill!"

There's a glint of light in the grill, which grows in warmth as she speaks. In moments, it looks like the metal is giving off its own sunlight- and as the light grows, the grill ignites.

The light fades, and the flame steadies. 

"I guess we should adjust our dinner plans." 

"Is our little pyromaniac hungry?" 

"I should call my mom about it but it should be okay," she says, staring at the flames, giddy with excitement.

"Yeah, call her. We need someone at dinner tonight." 

"Do you eat meat, Sadde?"

"Yeah. Do you guys, um, have a phone I could use?"

He hands her his cell.

"I'll get started in there. Wish me luck." 

"I'll go. We don't need to upset them more." 

He goes.

...okay. She calls her mom and informs her of her dinner plans (and magic!!!!!) and hangs up.

Kit is waiting just inside the door.

"Ready to meet the parents?"

"I met them briefly earlier, but yeah."

Here's Mr. Argent!

The vegetables are kabobed and the hot dogs are enbunned.

He heads outside to start grilling.

"Do you mind if we eat inside, Sadde?"

"Not at all."

So she sets the table, and Chris grills their food.

Kit takes the head of the table of course, and Victoria sits opposite him.