"A mundane identity?" Maia echoed.
Balancing two plates in her hands, she walked into the living room and handed one to Xanthe before dropping onto the couch beside her. The old springs creaked for help beneath their combined weight.
Outside, snow drifted lazily past the apartment window while the muted sounds of traffic filtered in from the streets.
"Leave it to me," she continued assuringly. "I can make you a faux one."
Xanthe paused midway through taking a bite from the cake Maia had just handed her. "You know how to do that?"
"Absolutely." Maia lifted her chin proudly. "You may not know this, but I'm actually very tech-savvy."
"Oh, thank goodness," Xanthe said, sighing in relief. "I've been thinking of how to handle that issue. But wait..." She frowned again. "What if I get discovered?"
Maia waved a dismissive hand.
"That's where your magic comes in."
Xanthe blinked, then laughed softly. "You're right."
