"Do you have arsenic?" Gina asked, leafing absently through a cookbook.
"What on Earth for?" Casey asked, stacking supplies on the counter. "What else do you need?"
Gina leaned over and checked the muffin recipe. "Creamed butter and milk."
Casey opened the stainless-steel door of her refrigerator and stuck her head inside. "Don't have creamed butter, just the regular kind, but here's the milk."
Gina laughed and reached around her cousin for the butter. "The regular kind will work just fine. I can cream it myself. You really need to learn how to cook."
Casey backed out of the fridge with a key lime pie held in her arms like a prize of war. She looked around for her housekeeper and danced toward the drawer for forks, handing one to Gina. "Haven't needed to cook for myself since… well, since I've been alive. Why learn now?"