Padma watched Miles go and rolled her eyes. She snagged a copy of Witch Weekly from the coffee table and disappeared behind it. Let them have their kitchen private time, but if any noises made it out to the front room, Padma would most definitely throw something. Or throw up. Or just leave. Something.
She glanced up when Parvati returned and tossed the magazine aside. "Whatever is fine, as long as it's quick, my head is starting to hurt."