"Right. Hmm."

"Yeah. I mostly just get by. Human in on the weirdness. You want to change the world, talk to my son. Fifteen and determined to change the world." He sounds incredibly fond of him.

"I'm getting that." Cam is on Wikipedia and has conjured a second computer that is shaped like a stick and does very futuristic projecty things; he's comparing it to the laptop screen. "No major discrepancies so far..."

"Mm. Good to know. Do you need to eat?"

"No, and I can just make food if I feel like it. Why, are you about to cook something? I can save you the trouble if you like."

"I am about to cook something. But I am not turning down skipping straight to food."

"Cool, whaddaya want?"

"... Uh, pick something, I'm not picky. Neither are my kids."

"Okay. Magically boneless ribeye and mashed potatoes and fancy salad and lemon pie? Do you want to supply serving dishes? I can't get rid of things as easily as I can make them. At home I take care of this problem with a black hole, but I should not do that in your house."

And they contain magically boneless ribeye, cooked to rare perfection, and garlic mashed potatoes, and an elaborate salad with nuts and cranberries and complicated dressing and cheese and mushrooms in it, and a lemon pie.

".... Okay, I like you."

"Awesome."

Darren snorts, from his spot on the couch, where he is furiously showing a notebook who's boss. Answer: him. He will find out what happened with the spell! Eventually!

"Are the kids going to eat anything?" wonders Cam. "I made plenty for four."

"Waaaait for it..."

"Food?" says the sister, poking her head through the door. "Food!"

"Demonic food!" says Cam brightly.

"Yaaay demonic food, if it's delicious and won't kill me I'll take it!" Skip, skip, food. She takes two plates, and wafts the second in front of Darren. "Earth to nerd, come in nerd. This is food calling."