Mirabel squirmed slightly, using her arms to lift herself up enough that she could adjust how she was sitting.

"How is it?" Abuela asked, picking up a blanket and smoothing it across her lap, "Your custom one will fit better, but at least now you can be a little bit more independent."

"It's fine Abuela," Mirabel muttered, grabbing the wheels and pushing herself forward, just to see if she could.

Abuela smiled, "Good, that's good, there's a book that came with it. It will teach you about how to use the wheelchair and stuff, after lunch we can read it together and figure things out."

"You don't have to read it to me, you know that right? I've been reading since I was two."

"I know, but I'm sure that it will be easier if you have someone who can help you, you know, until you get a hang of things."

"I can take care of myself Abuela, I've been doing it since I was five."

Abuela opened her mouth, about to argue that she shouldn't have had to take care of herself at the age of five, and surely her parents still helped her, when Pepa appeared, announcing that lunch was ready.

Mirabel tried to move the wheelchair towards the large room used for community dinners, receptions, dances, and any other large community event that didn't take place in Casita, however, her splint kept getting caught in the wheels, jarring her broken wrist.

"Here," a soft voice said, as Dolores appeared behind her, "Can I help?"

Mirabel frowned, "I guess," she said, "I'm not getting anywhere very fast."

…

Everyone was excited to see Mirabel join them at the folding table that they had sat up next to the kitchen entrance. Mirabel honestly thought that it was kind of funny seeing her hermanas and Camilo fighting over who got to sit next to her. During which time Tio Bruno and Antonio, who thought that the others were being silly, sat down on either side of her.

After everyone finally sat down, with Isabela straight across from Mirabel and Luisa and Camilo on either side of her so that they could still talk to her, Abuela cleared her throat to get everyone's attention, "While Julieta and I were in the city, we found a sewing machine that doesn't require a foot peddle to work. However, it is very expensive."

"We know how important your sewing machine was to you," Julieta interrupted, turning to Mirabel, "But Mama's worried about how much money it will take to replace."

"I have some money squirreled away," Mirabel offered.

"It isn't fair for you have to use your own money to replace your sewing machine since it was only destroyed because of Abuela's treatment to you," Julieta protested.

"It wasn't just her treatment to me, it was her treatment of all of us," Mirabel pointed out, "and I don't see you offering to replace anything that the others lost as well."

Isabela coughed suddenly, "I'm sorry but are you agreeing with Abuela?"

"Well," Mirabel said softly, "In this case, she's right, it isn't fair to the rest of you to spend all of the familia's money on me. If I'm getting my sewing machine replaced, then everyone else should be able to get something important that they lost replaced also."

"I didn't want to bring this up," Dolores said softly, "But I did lose my phonograph and records collection. I kind of… would like… that replaced if possible."

"My jewelry from my Quince," Luisa added, "I don't usually wore it that often, I don't want to lose it while I was doing chores, but… I really did like them."

"My stuff jaguar that Mirabel made me," Antonio pointed out, "It was in my room, now it's gone."

"Once I heal up a little I can make you another one," Mirabel offered.

"Really? Thank you!"

Camilo frowned, "Well, I know this is silly, but I had a box full of costumes and jewelry and stuff. Even with my gift gone, I can totally still do stuff with that."

Everyone turned to Isabela, a look of expectation on their faces, she rolled her eyes, "Okay so I might have had an adventure kit that I put together myself hidden in my room that I would kind of liked replaced, but I can totally do that myself if I need to."

The adults turned to look at Isabela with raised eyebrows.

"Accept for during big events I could easily get my chores done early and then spend the rest of the time out in the jungle exploring. I had a journal and camera and everything," Isabela sighed, "Unfortunately it was in my room when Casita fell, and we didn't find anything from the magical rooms."

Everyone nodded at that. Even the adults had noticed that nothing of theirs from their rooms had survived. Mirabel reached across the table grabbing Isabela's hand in her's, "I'll help, like I just said, I have a bit of money squirreled away, and I can make you a proper explorer outfit. It will fit you better than Papa's old clothes will."

"How did you know that I took Papa's old clothes?"

"Someone had to," Mirabel snorted, "They were in my mending basket one day, and the next they weren't, and there is no way that you went exploring in one of your dresses."

"Okay that's fair, you're right, it wasn't like anybody missed them."

"I looked for them all over the place," Mirabel corrected, "I was going to use the fabric for a blanket I was making. That's the whole reason that the clothes where in my bag in the first place."

"Oh, sorry," Isabela said softly.

"Mija, you don't have to spend your money on your sewing machine or on replacing anything for the others," Julieta insisted, "We'll figure things out."

Mirabel simply shrugged anyway, "I've been saving up to buy a new machine anyways."

"What's wrong with the one that we got you?" Abuela demanded.

"Nothing, except for the fact that you bought it second hand three years ago. It was starting to break down and a new machine was cheaper in the long run."

"Why didn't you tell us?"

"Would you have listened?" Mirabel asked, shrugging, "I had a problem, so I dealt with it, like I always do."

…

"So," Isabela asked, as soon as she was done helping wash the dishes, appearing next to Mirabel, who had managed to move herself back to the chapel, "Now that you aren't confined to bed, what do you want to do?"

Mirabel frowned, "Well, I kind of want to get out of the church, I've been stuck in the church for the past four days."

"So where do you want to go?"

"Can we see Casita?" Mirabel asked, "How soon do you think it will be before it's done?"

"Mariano thinks that it will be done in maybe a week and a half from now? Won't that be nice, You even got your own room now."

"Yeah, that's what Abuela told me," Mirabel muttered, "I'd like to see it, please."

"Great," Isabela announced, "I'll go find Luisa, I'm going to need help getting you down the stairs of the church, Once Casita is rebuilt we're going to need to add a ramp to the church."

…

It didn't take long for Isabela to find Luisa and tell her what she needed help with.

"Okay," Luisa said, "Mirabel hold on tightly now, Isabela grab the front of the chair, and I'll grab the back."

Mirabel giggled eagerly as her sisters lowered her down to the street, "Are you sure I wasn't too heavy?" she asked, "You're going to have to do it again later, and every time that I want to go out somewhere."

"Actually, as long as I have some help, it isn't even that hard," Luisa insisted, "Even without my gift."

Mirabel nodded, leaning back in her chair as she tipped her head up towards the sun, smiling sweetly as she did so, "This is nice," she admitted.

Isabela and Luisa smiled over Mirabel's head, before Luisa started to push her towards Casita.

Osvaldo just happened to be riding past on his donkey, a cart load of building material behind him. He paused as he saw the sisters. "Whoa there," he called out to his donkey, "Mirabel, you really are awake, I heard rumors that you were, but you know, you can't really trust rumors," his eyes traveled down and locked on the wheelchair, "Oh you poor girl, whatever are you going to do with your life. Trapped in the chair like that, and without a gift to aide you."

Luisa and Isabela gave each other looks as Mirabel groaned, she honestly didn't know what was worse, Osvaldo's lack of tact, or Abuela's sympathy.

"It doesn't matter," Isabela insisted, placing her hand on her hips as she glared at the delivery man, "At the moment Mirabel is one step ahead of the rest of us Madrigals, none of us have a gift, yet at least she has a talent. One that she makes good work at."

"Sewing isn't that hard," Osvaldo insisted.

Mirabel snorted, "He obviouisly has never tried to thread a needle before."

Isabela snorted, "Yeah, Osvaldo, I don't think you've ever tried sewing before, I have, it was hard."

Luisa snorted, "Ay, I remember that, you got so frustrated with how long it was taking. Didn't you grow a flower through the fabric ripping it to shreds?"

Isabela rolled her eyes, "Come on, let's go, Mirabel wants to see Casita."

"Are you sure that is a good idea?" Osvaldo asked, "It's dangerous up there, I would hate for you to get underfoot…"

"I've been underfoot since I was five," Mirabel muttered, "No matter where I was."

Isabela shot Mirabel a look, before turning to Osvaldo, "It's our house that's being rebuilt, and Luisa and I have both been helping with it. So why can't our hermanita see how Casita is coming along?"

"Well, she… her wheelchair," Osvaldo protested.

"I'm not going inside," Mirabel muttered, "I just want to see it."

"Come on," Luisa said, pushing Mirabel away, "Let's go before Isabela and Osvaldo have a full-on argument."

…

Mirabel stared up at Casita, it was really starting to look like their old home, sort of, it also kind of looked, dead, "It's not going to be the same," she muttered, "No gifts, no miracle, no Casita."

"I know," Luisa agreed, slumping down onto the ground next to Mirabel's wheelchair, "You won't believe how many times I've tried to lift something by myself and ended up having to ask for help. It's like I keep forgetting that my gift is gone."

Isabela sighed as well, "Is it bad that I'm enjoying not having to grow flowers over and over again? I'm so sick and tired of flowers, that's why I'm planting a succulent garden instead of a flower garden."

"I think that's awesome."