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If ducks can glare, this one is glaring at Stiles. “What was the spell supposed to do?”
Stiles rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “It was a tracking spell.”
“Obviously not,” scoffs the duck.
“Apparently I mixed up ‘know’ as in ‘awareness of’ and ‘know’ as in ‘understand on a deeper level.’ You try spell crafting when all the best resources are dead languages,” Stiles sighed.
“I’d prefer not to understand you at all,” the duck grouses. “Humans are assholes.”
Stiles can't argue with that. There were times he wished he didn’t understand people. “I’ll fix it,” he promises.