"They do taste entirely different," Sam said.
"The conjured ones are so empty of substance," Victor said. "It's like air. A lot like eating a wish."
"I've never heard it put quite like that," Edward said, "but in essence, you're right, Victor. Remember, your magic comes from a place inside yourself, from your will, your intent. So, in a way, you're exactly right. It is someone's wish or intent. And the handmade?"
"It's...normal. It's what cake is supposed to be," he said.
"And that's why I don't make conjured food," Angus said. "It's why Khaat's restaurant, Sparks, never ever makes conjured food. Conjured food is fast, but one of the biggest complaints is that people are still hungry after they eat. You will never get a conjured meal at Khaat's house or Kate's house either one."
"Or this one," Sam said.
"Exactly."
"So, are you supposed to defend conjured food?" Angus answered.
"Supposedly, but it's also supposed to be an opinion paper. I can't do both," Sam said. "I can either try to defend it or I can give my opinion, but since i didn't like the conjured as well. I can't say I like conjured."
"Then, it sounds like you're going to be a rebel and tell the truth and not worry about defending conjuring," Angus said.
"Probably," Sam said. "Sorry, Ruby, but those cupcakes aren't my favorites."
"She knew the outcome when she conjured them," Angus smiled. "I say this experiment was a success."
"So, Dad," Victor said, still thinking. "If you wouldn't have come, how would we have defended ourselves? What if our spells didn't work?"
"You want to learn some more spells?"
"I don't want to feel helpless ever again," Victor said.
"Understood," Angus said. "Come on. Get your wands. Let's go outside." He looked at Edward and Ruby. "Coming? We can bring the baby and sit her basket on the porch. She'll be fine. Or, you could use your sling, Ruby. "There's a pink one Kate made for you in the downstairs closet."