Macy was on the sofa. She'd spent the majority of the day trying to put as many gold items in her closet as possible. It had gotten hard toward the end, but she'd managed. Nearly everything she'd turned gold was crammed next to her linens and vacuum cleaner. Elliot didn't know about her ability, after all. And she didn't want to cause any suspicion by flaunting all her sparkly possessions.
She smiled when he entered and stood to greet him at the door. "Hey," she said. "I figured we could talk in the living room. That okay?" She had made cookies for the occasion. He'd seemed frazzled over the journals. Cookies made everyone feel better.