"Sorry," Kyle said, shrugging his toothpick arms. "Once the curse is broken..." he blew air through his lips and made an exploding motion with his hands.
Cam followed Take's example and ladeled a hearty helping of the orange stuff into her own foam bowl and grabbed a spoon. She was about to head towards his table before turning back and ripping off a hunk of brioche. She bit off a bit of it and savored the subtle sweetness on her tongue before sitting down and ravenously consuming her soup.
After a few gulps, the realization dawned on her. "Okay, how am I gonna get home then?"
"Don't kill me," he said. "I plan to call 911 and your parents and get you back to your respective locations."
"So there's no way I can instantly get transported back to Ohio? Great," Cam said, dipping her brioche in the soup and glaring.
“Great, I can totally afford a flight back to Reno,” Clary grumbled, heading up the stairs. She scooped up a bowl of broccoli soup and sat down at an unoccupied table.
Clary choked on her soup. “I’m sorry, what now?” Her eyes narrowed. “And tell them what?”