Page 158 of Clinically Bewitched
In the kitchen, Quinton was opening and closing cabinets with a confused expression.
“Quinton, what are you doing?”
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “I thought maybe the vibes would be in the cabinets.”
“Why would the vibes be in the cabinets?”
“I DON’T KNOW. I’M TRYING TO HELP.”
He opened another cabinet. Closed it. Opened it again.
“Are you... are you checking for vibes in every cabinet?”
“YES.”
“That’s not how vibes work.”
“How do you know? YOU DON’T KNOW HOW VIBES WORK.”
He had a point.
Fitz was leaning against a wall, watching everyone with barely contained amusement. He had his phone out and was definitely filming this.
“Having fun?” I asked him.
“Immensely.”
“Glad someone is.”
“This is the best thing I’ve ever witnessed. Nathan’s communing with the house spirit. Gabriel’s doing interpretive dance. Quinton’s interrogating the cabinets. This isgold.”
Winnie walked through the space methodically, her expression thoughtful. She was the only one acting remotely normal. “The bones are good,” she said finally. “But something’s off.”
“Off how?”
“I don’t know. It just doesn’t feel welcoming. It feels like a showroom, not a home.”
“That’s because it’s staged,” the agent said, her smile becoming increasingly strained.
“No,” Vivian said, looking around. “Winnie’s right. It’s too perfect. Too curated. There’s no warmth. It’s like a magazine spread. Beautiful but soulless.”
“No vibes,” Hayden added helpfully.
“Can someone please explain to me what vibes ARE?” the agent asked, her voice rising slightly.
“We don’t know,” I said.
“You don’t know?”
“We’re trying to figure it out.”
“By... opening cabinets?”
“Quinton’s method is unconventional,” I admitted.
“I FOUND A VIBE!” Quinton shouted from the kitchen.
We all rushed over.
