Mister Handy

Harris Manor glowed with warm light, the dining room bright and filled with a lavish meal. Every flavor—sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty—was represented. The glass goblets shimmered under the lights, the red wine inside giving off an enticing gleam. But no one in the dining room was paying attention to the food. Every gaze was fixed on Helena beside Allen.

After calming herself, Helena focused and picked up her knife and fork. Daisy let out a short cry of delight, then quickly covered her mouth, afraid of disturbing Helena at that moment. Owen and Morgan le Fay exchanged joyful looks, even more expectant of what their granddaughter would do next.

Helena speared the dishes in front of her one by one—bread, fried fish, chips, even the hazelnut spread Luna had bought earlier at St. Mungo's. She tasted each in turn, but shook her head at every dish, then spat the food, which she could only chew apart without producing saliva, into the trash bin prepared beside her.

Disappointment filled the dining room. Allen did not lose heart. He suggested, "Helena, do not be impatient. Come, try something with a stronger flavor."

Helena steadily speared a piece of haggis, a traditional Scottish dish with a rich flavor. She lifted a forkful of the seasoned minced sheep offal to her mouth. Suddenly, the fork passed through her palm and fell to the floor, while the pieces of offal dropped out from her chin.

"How was it? Could you taste it?" Allen asked the question everyone wanted to ask. Helena nodded rapidly. After so many years, she had once again tasted the flavor of real food. Her gaze turned to the other dishes she had not yet tried.

Morgan le Fay made the fork fly up from the floor and send itself