Julie turned the page of the paper, almost surprised to find a small article about an event he remembered. Fourteen years... So many things had happened since...

There was a crash in the kitchen and then Scar's startled gasp and Julie jumped to his feet, the paper tossed aside to scatter.

"Scar? Are you okay?"

Scar was kneeling on the floor when Julie entered, just as they both felt the brush of the wish-world's repair.

"I dropped..."

She shook her head. The glass beside her was whole again. She had one hand cupped in the other, but when she held both up, neither was injured.

"That's hard to get used to," Julie said as much to himself as to Scar.

"I don't want to get used to it," Scar said as she grabbed the glass and then stood. Silently, she held it up, checking for chips it didn't have.

Julie nodded as he took a few more steps and then took the glass from her and set it on the counter.

"Then we won't." He paused and then took her hands in his, ignoring Scar's faint blush.

They still had other things to get used to, unexpected but welcome, together.