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Kore's eyes swept over the words and she pointed at one. Confusion was still written across her face and Conor was still unsure if she actually knew what she was doing. Let alone what she was ordering.

"Alright, and to drink?" the waiter asked Kore politely. 

She took another equally confused moment to look at the menu before looking up and replying, "Water?" It was said more like a question than a statement. The waiter acknowledged her order and took a note of it before turning to Conor. 

"And you Sir?" he said. 

Conor was an old pro at this. His mum had never cooked for them, she said it wasn't really her think. Sure there was the house cook but Conor found everything she cooked so boring, he'd often eat out just to avoid eating at home. 

So when the waiter asked him what he would like Conor felt his eyes instinctively scanning the menu before replying smoothly without a hint of hesitation, "And a small pepperoni pizza for me. And a glass of water too."

The waiter nodded. "We'll be sure to have them with you very soon, Sir," he said before he vanished off to give their order to the kitchen, no doubt.

He looked over at Kore and said with a smile, "So are you going to tell me how the little foot trick worker or are you going to leave me in the dark forever?"

On the way to Pizza Hut Conor had concluded the healing must have just been a trick. It must have been some kind of magic trick to get his attention. There was no way she could have just healed, was there?