“The warlock diet,” Victoria repeated slowly. “They have a unique diet?” Curious despite herself, she stood and followed a couple paces behind Alex back into the kitchen. 
	Victoria glanced around, before her attention settled back on him at his question. “Oh,” she glanced to the phone still on the drawer chest, realizing she had forgotten to tell him who had texted. “She’s fine. She sent the information I’ll need to replace my phone.” She let out a heavy sigh and went to sit on one of the chairs around the small table in the room. “And I still need to cancel cards. I’m starting to question the logic behind keeping everything in one bag.”