Morgan drove Cal to her house to scavenge for food, ignoring the fluttery feeling that was developing in her stomach from being in a enclosed area with him, if Das Boot could be considered enclosed. Relieved that her parents had not returned for a surprise visit, Morgan parked the car in the driveway.

"This way," Morgan said, walking to the front door.

"I've been here before, remember?" Cal reminded her.

"Yeah, that's true," Morgan agreed. She opened the front door, leaving it ajar for Cal to enter. Walking to the kitchen, she was satisfied to hear the door click shut behind him.

"So, what shall we pack?" Morgan asked, opening the refrigerator door and rifling through its contents.

"How about – "Cal broke off suddenly, his eyes becoming unfocused.

"What?" Then she felt it, Hunter's presence outside the door. She sighed, "Figures."

"What should we do?" Cal asked calmly as the doorbell rang, pointedly unnecessary.

"What do you mean? There's only one thing to do," Morgan replied.

"Kill him?" Cal asked, hopefully.

"Uh, no. Answer the door," Morgan said sadly.

Cal looked uncertain for a second, "Should I come with you?"

The door rang again impatiently as Morgan thought and finally replied, "Well, he already knows you're here."

Cal sighed, "Well, this could be fun, I suppose."

"Fun?" Morgan mused over the term and broke into a mischievous smile. "Having fun with a guy is one thing I learned from Bree."

Cal looked intrigued, "What are you thinking?"

"Take off your shirt," Morgan blushed slightly despite herself.

"I think I like where this is going," Cal replied, unbuttoning his shirt.

"Well, if Bree can get rid of guys, so can I," Morgan defended.

Approaching the front door, Morgan adjusted her clothes toward a rumbled tilt. Opening the door with an angry expression, she faced Hunter, "What do you want?!"

Hunter looked off balance, as if he just realized she'd opened the door, "Why did it take you so long to answer the door?"

"She was busy," Cal said, appearing from behind the door.

Hunter's face immediately changed to painful disgust, "Cal."

Morgan felt a flash of regret as she sensed the betrayal Hunter felt. Well, it wasn't her fault that the guy was in love with her. Still, it felt wrong to throw her relationship with Cal at him. If he would just go away, she wouldn't have to do this.

"Find that English chick yet?" Morgan asked.

Hunter didn't move his eyes from Cal, "Not yet, but you obviously found what you were looking for."

"Was there a reason you were here?" Morgan asked, tired of the preamble.

"Actually, yes. I'm on Council business," Hunter replied sternly. "It seems you have been practicing forbidden magic."