Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1712

"Yes to both, dear." A wave of Ripha's hand made the nasty food disappear, replacing it with delicacies. "Did we ever tell you how we met?"

"No." Baby Solus put her brain in autopilot while stuffing her face with a soft and sweet sponge cake.

"Do you want to hear it?" Ripha asked while replacing the cake with a vegetable soup.

"No!" She protested at the blatant abuse of power. "I mean, can I have dessert first if I listen to your story?"

Baby Solus's tone was very serious, yet her parents seemed to find it hilarious.

"Of course, princess." Threin cried with laughter while handing the plate back to the kid and wondering if she would hear one word of what they said once she had what she wanted.

"You see, back then Mom was in a huge slump." Ripha said. "I had spent weeks holed up in my lab trying to make my latest creation work, but to no avail. Then, one day Aunt Lochra came looking for me."

Menadion conjured a hard-light sock puppet dressed like a Magus and another dressed with Menadion's dirty working overall, getting baby Solus's undivided attention.

"Good gods, Ripha, what is this smell? Metal doesn't stink and you would never keep fresh ingredients in the open. When was the last time that you took a bath?" Sock-Silverwing asked with a stern voice.

"I have no time for baths! I'm a finished Forgemaster. I have dozens of open projects and I can't make even one work." Sock-Menadion said with a petulant, childish voice.

"I know what's your problem. You need to get a life! Luckily for you, my girlfriend Quina knows just the guy for you."

"I'm tired of blind dates! Awakened always look good but as soon as they notice the streaks in my hair, they always start a measuring contest and when they discover that I'm more talented than them, they dump me!" Sock-Menadion whined.

"That's why I'm dating Quina and why she's going to introduce you to another non-mage. It's pointless to take your body out of the lab if your head stays there. You need someone who can help you unwind."

"What is he like?" Sock-Menadion asked while being forced to bathe like an unruly child.

"Cute. For human standards, at least."

"Hey! I resent that." Threin said. "Not everyone gets Awakened from youth. I was considered handsome, not cute!"

"He is also smart, funny, and he is an artist, just like you. I'm sure things will go great." Sock-Silverwing said, ignoring the booing peanut gallery.

The hologram moved to a picnic, in the same place Solus's family was in the memory. Menadion was much older than Threin, but she looked almost the same age as him.

As any maiden, she was supposed to be able to cook for their date. Yet the hologram showed Solus how Sock-Menadion preferred to craft an artifact that would do all the work for her.

"Mom has always been a genius so her creation produced dishes that looked and smelled delicious. Little did she know that the machine just shaped the ingredients and reproduced the sampled smells but it had no clue about tastes."

Sock-Menadion offered several dishes to a paint-dirt Sock-Threin.