Penny shrugged. "If the Brits can do it, why can't we?" And then, of course, she thought better of it. Penthea reached over and put the shake on the table by hand. She didn't want to risk repercussions. The Elders were really strict on the younger generation about that whole personal gain issue. Which sucked. But it probably made sense. After all, her mom had ended up with boobs the size of blimps, and Pen had no desire to repeat that.
Cocking her head a little, Penthea watched Trent a bit skeptically as he pulled the book to him telepathically. That was something she didn't exactly expect. But it was nice to know he was giving a little information, rather than just digging around for it. That relaxed her a little. Pen flopped back down on Peyton's lap.
"East to west, Pey. And apples cut cross ways ward off charms and hexes. And... a bunch of other stuff." Penthea had paid attention to those stories the best when they were younger. She loved stories about time travel and past lives. Especially the one where her mom was the evil enchantress. Not that she was excited about the evil part, but the whole enchantress thing was pretty awesome.