[She nodded absently at the suggestion, but paid little attention to hid fidgeting because there was already something else on her mind.]
[The two fruits sat atop her counter. The knife next to them. It wasn't that Zatanna ever had issues with doing things the old-fashioned way...sometimes, it was even more fun...but, considering her recent mood...]
[She raised a hand, muttering a quick spell under her breath. The knife rose into the air, making quick work of them both. Leaving perfectly square pieces, neatly arranged on a small plate she floated down from the cabinet.]
[Even the smallest hint of rebellion--of using her own magic because she could--should have made her feel better, but there was little joy in her step as she returned to her chair. She took a piece for herself before offering Jack the plate without meeting his gaze.]
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[The two fruits sat atop her counter. The knife next to them. It wasn't that Zatanna ever had issues with doing things the old-fashioned way...sometimes, it was even more fun...but, considering her recent mood...]
[She raised a hand, muttering a quick spell under her breath. The knife rose into the air, making quick work of them both. Leaving perfectly square pieces, neatly arranged on a small plate she floated down from the cabinet.]
[Even the smallest hint of rebellion--of using her own magic because she could--should have made her feel better, but there was little joy in her step as she returned to her chair. She took a piece for herself before offering Jack the plate without meeting his gaze.]