"We all have our talents. That's why we're here. I get things. I know how to fix things. I've been looking at your friend. I know how to fix her," Hunter explains as I pour honey into Laura's new cup of cider.

I'm silent.

"What's your talent?"

"I can take a hit. Basically a wall. You could light me on fire, and I'd be fine. You could poison me, and I'd be fine," I mutter and stir the cider with the rosemary.

"So, what's your weakness? We all have them. Mine's that I have anger issues, as you can probably tell," Hunter tells me and starts mindlessly braiding my hair.

"I'm way too stubborn. Once I make up my mind, I can't change my mind. Like, I literally can't. I can't change."

"What about Laura? What's her story?"

"She's the only one I know with a physical defect. That's her whole sick thing. But her talent is pretty neat. She's really persuasive, just like, makes people agree with her. Does that make any sense?" I explain and take a swig of the cider.

"Ah, so you two are just opposites," Hunter says and smiles. "That's cute."

"Yeah. When we first met, we were at a business meeting. She was pitching an idea for this missile design, and I was the only one who saw all the hiccups for it."

"Why?"

"Because I had my own idea for a missile."

Hunter smiles at me and ties off my hair. "Then let's go tell her that she can be cured." She loops her arm in mine, and together we walk out of the kitchen.