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Cassirin 
"Breakfast for dinner," he agreed with a little chuckle that bounced her head slightly. "Pancakes usually, but sometimes omelets. My mother could flip them in the air... the pancakes AND the omelets." He twirled a lock of her hair around one of his fingers haphazardly. "We read poetry too. What sort did your brother read to you?"
Cela's eyes grew incredulous at this flipping business and she tipped her head back, "
Without magic?" Oh! She liked him playing with her hair!
"What did he read? Shakespeare of course; and Elizabeth Barrett Browning, William Blake, John Keats, Rudyard Kipling, William Wordsworth... but my favourites were Louis Carroll and Spike Milligan and E.V. Rieu." Yeahhh Cela liked the funny ones.