Disclaimer: I do not own, did not make, am not making money off of Bewitched or any ideas belonging to Bewitched.
Samantha, better known as Sam, stirred the spoon around in the bubbling liquid. Soup. One of the few things she didn't use magic to bake or cook. Tabitha had asked for soup since she had a slight cold, and who was Sam to say no?
"Is the soup ready, mommy?" Tabitha wondered as the six-year old came into the room.
"Almost, sweetheart. Have a seat, and it'll be ready in a minute." Sam told her daughter.
Tabitha complied, sliding into the seat she had chosen - the chair nearest the food source. A few minutes later Samantha placed the bowl of soup infront of her daughter.
Then her lovable husband came in, newpaper in one hand, and a big grin on his face "Good morning Sam!" He greeted. He frowned. "Is that soup?"
"Yes, dear." Sam nodded. "Tabitha is a little sick, so I made her veggie soup."
"For breakfast?"
Darrin took a seat beside his daughter after kissing Sam on the cheek.
"Yes, dear." Sam gave him aknowing smile, placing his own bowl of soup infront of him. Then the witch sat down with her breakfast.
When all was done, and Tabitha was off to play, Darrin commented,
"You should use magic for meals more often, that tasted good."
Sam watched speachless as her husband left for work. She muttered, "No magic in the house my butt."