Alyxa frowned at the pile of dirty clothes that lay unceremoniously scattered all over her laundry floor in her laundry floor. This was not what she had had in mind for her Sunday afternoon. She wanted to study her Craft books, she wanted to be out in the herb garden, she wanted –
“Oh hell,” she grumbled, and set about making some sort of sense of the laundry.
She must have been at it for a couple of minutes when she noticed that Morpheus was standing in the door, looking at her with those bright eyes.
“What are you doing?” he asked her, voice loaded with curiosity.
“Laundry,” she replied shortly, “cleaning clothes.”
“And…you do this by putting them into the machine and then…?”
“The machine spins them around and makes them clean,” Alyxa explained, demonstrating by putting the clothes into the washing machine and tipping in some detergent.
They watched it go for a couple of minutes. Then…
“Have you seen Bast today?”
Morpheus completely ignored the question, his eyes fixed on the washing machine.
“Have you ever considered doing this?”
Suddenly the washing machine gurgled and bleeped several times.
“What did you do?” Alyxa asked, a touch of worry flooding into her like boiling water seeping through a teabag.
“Made it easier.”
“What what easier?”
Alyxa edged away from the washing machine as it stuttered and then returned to its normal cycle with renewed fervor.
“Your ‘laundry’, it will now do itself.”
“It sounds like a helicopter trying to take off…” Alyxa murmured.
“Come, witchling, let us go and see what the child is doing.”
“Morpheus…I’m not sure abo- ”
He brushed a strand of hair back from her face.
“It will be well,” he said quietly, “see?”
Alyxa glanced at the washing machine. It smiled back at her.
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