Gemma burst out laughing at that, and when Harper scowled at her, it only made her laugh harder.

“What has gotten into you?” Harper asked.

“I’m just glad to be home, I guess.”

Gemma tossed a meatball at Harper, and it narrowly missed her, landing on the floor with an unpleasant splat.

“Hey,” Harper said. “Don’t waste food.”

“Sorry.” Gemma grabbed a paper towel to wipe the meatball off the floor. “When was the last time we had a food fight, though?”

“I don’t know.” Harper looked over her shoulder to watch her sister. “When I was, like, six or something.”

“Exactly!” Gemma insisted, and leaned on the counter next to Harper. “We’re really overdue for another one.”

“I really don’t think we are.” Harper shook her head, but she smiled. “It’s a waste of food, and it’s a mess that I’ll have to clean up.”

“Harper!” Gemma threw her head back and groaned. “Let’s say this is my last night here—”

“It’s not.” Harper cut her off and looked at Gemma severely. “We’ll find a way—”

“No, Harper, listen to me.” Gemma cut her off. “I’m not saying it is. I’m just saying, what if? Because there is a chance that we might not have that many nights together as a family. I mean, even if we fix this whole curse thing, you’re leaving in a matter of weeks for college.”

“That’s your justification for wasting food?” Harper raised an eyebrow.

“No, I’m just…” Gemma sighed. She looked at Harper, smiling, and her honey-colored eyes were hopeful. “Let’s just have fun tonight, and worry about the mess tomorrow.”

“Okay,” Harper relented. “But I am not having a food fight.”

“Fine.” Gemma turned and started making meatballs next to Harper. “But will you at least laugh at my jokes about the balls?”

“Probably not.” Harper grinned. “Plus, we probably have enough meatballs by now.”

“You can never have too many balls,” Gemma said.

“That’s what she said,” Harper said, attempting to make a bad joke, and Gemma burst out laughing.

“It’s not even that funny,” Gemma said through her own laughter. “I just can’t believe you said it.”

“Hey, I’m trying,” Harper said.

She might’ve even laughed along with her sister, but a loud knock at the front door interrupted her thoughts. Gemma didn’t seem to notice, happy to continue giggling, but Harper went over to the sink to wash her hands. She wasn’t sure if the sirens would knock at the front door, but they’d done it before when they came to get Gemma, so she wouldn’t put it past them.

“Harper,” Brian said as he came into the kitchen. “Someone’s at the door for you.”

“Who is it?” Harper asked as she hurried to dry her hands with a towel.