Dawn grinned, but let Corrie lead the way, since she was the one carrying the pancakes. Corrie set the plate down on Troy’s desk. Troy reached out eagerly for it, though he winced a little when he stretched out his left arm. The upper arm was covered with a white bandage that bulked out the sleeve of his T-shirt.
Link shut the door behind them and sat down in a chair next to it, his arms folded. “What exactly did the magic professors tell you?”
“Thanks for the pancakes from both of us,” Troy said.
“You’re welcome,” Corrie said, laughing. “I grabbed you two clean forks. You can both eat.”