"You're all one family!" Peishan pouted, her voice full of indignation. "You're all just picking on me!"
The hostess's eyebrows shot up as she snapped sternly, "Say that again?"
"Peishan!" the host called out as well. "There are some things you can't just say carelessly, understand?"
Just then, Wizet and Luna came downstairs fully dressed, hand in hand.
When she saw them, the hostess greeted them gently, "Good morning. We didn't wake you up, did we?"
"No." Wizet shook his head and took a key from his pocket. "Mrs. Fatima, we're planning to check out."
"Oh..." Fatima blinked. "Leaving so early... Would you like breakfast before you go? We're having nasi lemak this morning."
Peishan, who had been shrinking into her neck, breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly shoveled down her breakfast, hoping to escape the table as soon as possible.
"Eat more slowly!" the host said, unable to hold back a laugh. "Don't forget, your mother is taking you to school later."
"Cough, cough, cough..." The moment she heard that, Peishan immediately choked.
"You..." The host sighed, picked up his wand, and cast a cough-stopping spell. "Cough-Be-Gone!"
Peishan stopped coughing at once. Taking a deep breath, she exclaimed, "Thank goodness for magic! Magic is absolutely amazing!"
Hearing Peishan's exclamation, Wizet and Luna exchanged a smile.
"Mrs. Fatima, thank you for your warm hospitality." Wizet shook his head lightly. "But we have other things to do, so we won't be staying."
"Did you find the Returning Lamp Shadow?" Peishan's grandfather asked. "If it isn't here, I can have Hassan take you somewhere else to look."
The host looked up and said, "Leave it to me!"
"We've already found it." Wizet reached into his pocket and took out an unusually large transparent glass dome.
An ancient oil lamp floated in