After hours and hours of riding the motorcycle, Ember and Max made it one more state over from New Hampshire, and were now settling in a hotel in Vermont.
Because they had such a thrilling ride on a motorcycle, they were covered in dirt and grime, so they just took a shower and put on another pair of clothes that Max-once again-stole for them.
He hid them in a compartment on the cycle so they wouldn't be dirty.
Ember had been on the couch of their current living room, watching Saturday cartoons as Max showered.
When he exited the bathroom, wearing his normal black T-shirt and dark grey jeans, Ember smiled up at him as he dried his hair off with a fluffy towel.
He settled beside her on the couch, smelling so fresh and minty, she wanted to bathe in the cologne he used.
"I have a question," Ember stated.
"Hmm?" he said.
"Why'd we move again?" she questioned. "My sister didn't find us."
"No," he agreed, eyes darkening, "but Elijah did. Which is much worse."
She nodded then, looking to the floor. "Right."
Max then pushed his arms up and stretched out his back, staring down at Ember as she remained in the same position.
"Let's go get some groceries," he told her.
She gazed up, confused. "Why?"
His eyes held something odd in them, but she couldn't tell what. "Popsicles tend to calm your magic down," he explained, making her lips part in realization. "So, let's get you some more, okay?"
She nodded as he held out his hand, and she took it.
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