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Previously on "Just Add Magic"...

I've never seen a cookbook like that before.

Look what's sticking out of Mama P's bag.

The cookbook.

Why would Mama P lie?

I see you didn't get rid of the book.

One way or another,

I'm going to get it back.

Becky?

Hello, Gina. Long time.

I told you never to come here.

I need your help.

Oh, my help?

I needed your help 40 years ago.

Where were you?

Taking care of my family.

How nice for you.

I wouldn't be here if it weren't absolutely necessary.

Do you think this is easy for me?

Things have always been easy for you.

How--

I don't understand.

Neither do I.

I thought this was all behind us.

I'm gonna need a few things from your garden.

You know what we have to do.

There is no "we" anymore.

Please.

It's not for me.

Woman on TV: Please. Please, my lord.

You can't leave me like this.

No!

Everything okay, girls?

No.

Lord Mason just left Lady Branch,

even though they're in love.

Yes, but she's below his station, Darbie.

If he runs off with her, he can kiss his inheritance

and the estate goodbye.

So, you were yelling at a TV show?

Not just any TV show. "The Earls of Wembley."

It's the best show ever.

Okay. Well, as long as I don't have to call an ambulance.

FYI: That was her nice way of telling us to keep it down.

We still have four more seasons to get through.

I can't promise I won't yell at Miss Agatha

if she doesn't--

What was that?

The attic.

- Becky? - Mom?

Grandma?

Hey, uh, it's okay, Mom, it's okay.

You just need some rest.

Come on, let's get you to bed. Come on.

Okay.

What was she doing up here?

I wish I knew, sweetie.

Yeah. Me, too.

I can't get the lights to work.

This was a bad idea.

Just use your phone.

I left it downstairs.

I know. I'll go get it.

Guys.

These were the boxes Grandma was going through. Look.

You think she wanted her tax returns?

These aren't taxes.

Stylin'. Grandma had taste.

Hey, Kell. Was this your grandfather?

I don't think so. His hair was blond.

Whoa.

That's the same logo as the cookbook.

It's all in here?

Yes. Everything you asked for.

Thank you, Gina.

I'm only doing this for your granddaughter.

And I appreciate it.

More than you will ever know.

These are powerful. Keep them safe.

I will. And I'll destroy them when I'm done.

Gina.

It's good to see you.

Goodbye.

Kelly, your grandma would only hide spices in the attic if they were--

Magical.

Galifrazian cinnamon. Elysian sugar.

Werapo salt?

Oh, yeah. These are totally magical.

Maybe Grandma wanted us to find these.

Or maybe she was going to throw them out,

because magic is trouble.

Come on, Hannah. How often do we get to cook magic spells?

Lately, all the time.

Is that really the safest place to hide the cookbook?

I can't keep it in my room.

Buddy goes through my stuff all the time.

But what if your mom uses the crock pot?

She doesn't even know what a crock pot is.

So, we have five new mystery spices,

a magic cookbook--

And season four of "The Earls of Wembley"?

If we want to save Grandma,

we kind of have to cook, Hannah.

Yeah, it's not like we can ask anyone for help.

Mama P clearly knows something she's not telling us.

And Miss Silvers scares me.

You're right.

Let's cook something.

Ooh, here we go. We can use the Werapo salt

to make Itchy Ice Cream.

We can feed it to my math teacher.

How about no, Darbie.

Fine.

What about Genteel Sweet Tea?

It makes people talk with a southern accent.

How y'all doin' today?

Check this out.

Bitter Truth Truffles uses the Elysian sugar.

Bitter truth.

I bet they make people tell the truth.

That'd be perfect for Mama P.

We could trick her into eating one,

ask her anything we want,

and then she'd have to answer honestly.

Honestly? I love it.

Did you just dip your finger in the chocolate?

It's okay, Hannah. I haven't added anything magical yet.

No, it's not okay.

Darbie, when was the last time you washed your hands?

Hey, my hands are perfectly--

Eww. What's this sticky stuff?

Come on, guys. Any last tastes

before I add the Elysian sugar?

Okay, the chocolate's almost set. Then--

- Kelly. - Hi, Mom.

You girls packed and ready to go?

Go where, Mrs. Quinn?

I thought I was dropping you guys off at home?

No, Hannah and Darbie are going to spend the weekend.

But we had plans to spend the day together.

Remember, your dad and Buddy

are going to that comic book convention.

Oh, right.

I was planning on taking us to the art gallery.

And maybe lunch and a mani-pedi.

So sorry I forgot we were going to hang out,

so I kind of made plans with the girls.

I see.

But I can cancel them. You guys don't mind, right?

- No. - Of course not.

Don't worry about it. We can just do it another time.

You sure?

Yeah. You three have fun.

Truffles are done.

Oh.

I'm sorry. Can I have one?

Sure.

- What? - Nothing.

Do I have something on my face?

No.

Why are you looking at me like that?

How are you feeling?

Honestly...

I'm tired.

I have a headache.

And I'm mad at your dad,

because I know he's gonna spend way too much money

at that comic book convention.

And I'm mad at myself for being mad at him

for doing something he hasn't even done yet.

And to top it off, I'm a little sad

that you blew me off.

Also, that truffle's not nearly as tasty as it looks.

Not your best work.

Well, that's not good.

I know.

We just put my mom under a truth spell.

Well, technically, she put herself under a truth spell.

How does that make it any better?

It makes it less our fault.

Honey, we're off. Have a great mother-daughter day.

Ah, it's just gonna be me.

Why? What happened with Kelly?

She ditched me for the friends she sees every day.

Oh, sweetheart, I'm sorry.

You could come with us if you want.

I'd rather be by myself than walk around a comic book convention

gawking at fake super heroes.

Oh. Yeah, well, it isn't for everyone.

All right, we'll see you later.

Bye.

Kelly. I'm going to the art gallery

because I have nothing better to do.

This is really bad.

Well, at least we know they work.

I have to stick with my mom and keep her out of trouble.

What should we do?

You guys stay here and figure out how to break this spell.

Okay.

You sure you feel okay, Mom?

Yeah. I'm so glad you changed your mind.

We haven't had any you and me time

since I took you to the dentist last month.

That was fun.

Not for me. He found a cavity.

No, not that, after, when we went to that great Indian restaurant.

Not that you could really eat--

- Bonjour, Kelly. - Oh, bonjour.

Um, Mom, this is my French teacher, Mr. Stitt.

Oh, you're the teacher Kelly can't stand.

Can't stand to be away from.

Your French class is the best part of my day.

Come on, Mom. Au revoir.

Uh, I think he knew you were lying.

- Hi, ladies. - Oh, hi, Pam.

What'd you do to your hair?

I just had it done. You like it?

- No, it's terrible. - What?

Uh, don't you know?

Terrible...

means cool now.

Have a terrible day.

Oh.

You have a terrible day, too.

I guess.

Honey, that's not what I meant.

Pam should really get her money back

from that butcher she calls a hair stylist.

But you can't tell her that.

Why not? It's the truth.

Hey, Quinns.

Hey, Jake, no time to talk.

We're going to an art gallery

to look at art. Without talking.

We're not in a rush.

- Hi, Jake. - Hi, Mrs. Quinn.

You like my food bike?

I don't know what that means.

Oh, I sell food. From my bike.

Oh. That sounds gross.

Uh, no, actually. It's amazing,

and very trendy.

Oh, um, can I borrow your spiralizer?

We have a spiralizer?

I got it for your birthday.

Kelly, you've got to stop giving me gifts for yourself.

What are you making?

Zucchini noodle pasta.

I don't think anyone's gonna buy pasta

from a kid on a bike.

Uh, the spiralizer's in the cabinet next to the door.

Hannah and Darbie are there and can help you.

- Go. Go now. - Cool.

Thanks, Kelly.

Strange boy.

Okay, read the riddle again.

"The truth is bitter and lies are sweet,

"so take a second to enjoy your treat."

Why can't it just say how the truffles work?

Then it wouldn't be a riddle.

This is fun. I'm good at riddles.

Then why can't you solve it?

I didn't say I was good at this one.

Okay, let's break this down.

"Take a second to enjoy your treat."

Second is a unit of time,

but how much time?

I have an idea.

You--

You just ate a truffle.

That's my idea.

I'll be the spell-breaking test subject.

A good test subject would have waited

until after we had a plan.

We don't have five hours to wait

while you make a pros and cons list.

You didn't give me five minutes

to make a pros and cons list.

It wouldn't have mattered.

With your lists, the cons always win.

Sorry, just-- you know, true.

And what's with the zebras?

This is called... "Befuddled."

I'm befuddled on how anyone could consider this art.

It says it took her 10 years,

and was a labor of love for her.

What labor?

How long does it take to paint a question mark?

- If you ask me, she was just lazy. - Mom!

Tell me you weren't thinking the same thing, Kelly.

You know, I dated an artist once.

Before your dad.

I thought Dad was your first serious boyfriend.

It wasn't serious.

We met in Florence while studying art.

Florence? And art?

Yeah. I wasn't always your mother.

This looks like the action figures

that Buddy melted in the microwave last year.

He got in so much trouble for that.

No, I only pretended to be mad.

I was actually happy. We needed a new microwave.

Well, I brought you here to expose you to a little culture,

but how do you feel about blowing it off,

and going to use that mani-pedi coupon?

Can I paint each nail a different color?

Only if I can.

And do you want to know another thing?

Not really, no.

I think you like to worry.

I don't like to worry,

but there are a lot of things to worry about.

So I worry.

Every time someone sneezes,

you call your mom to come pick you up.

And that's why I've never gotten the flu.

I've never missed a day of school because of being sick.

How crazy is that?

Sick days are the best.

You get to sit around and watch cartoons all day.

You really need to lighten up.

There's a lot I can say about you, Darbie,

but I'm not under a spell.

So I'm going to keep my mouth shut.

Go ahead. Tell me whatever you want.

I don't care.

You do not want me to do that.

Come on. Don't be such a Lord Wembley.

Fine!

There you go. Now, don't you feel better?

No, these truffles are really bitter.

Anything you want to tell me?

Yes, I do worry a lot. About you.

- Why me? - Because you never worry.

You just do whatever you feel like.

It's called having fun.

No, it's called being irresponsible.

If it wasn't for me, you'd never study,

get to school on time,

or remember to take your vitamin.

By the way, did you take it?

Thanks.

Come in.

Hey, girls.

Uh, Kelly said I could borrow her spiralizer.

- Sure. - What's a spiralizer?

This bad boy.

I'm gonna turn zucchini into noodles.

It's still zucchini.

Those truffles look good.

They're not as good as they look.

Well, even a bad truffle is still a truffle.

Uh-uh. These are definitely bad for you.

Are you two all right?

- Not at all. - No, we're terrible.

What's wrong?

We're under a magic spell.

It makes us tell the truth.

Magic spell.

Uh-huh.

So, how'd that happen?

With the spell Kelly found

in her grandma's magic cookbook.

Okay, I'll bite. Magic cookbook?

Yeah. And it's so powerful,

we hide it in the crock pot

in the cabinet under the island.

We shouldn't have told you that,

but, you know, magic truth spell.

If you guys didn't want me to have a truffle,

you could have just said so.

I'll see you guys later.

Oh, no. We just blabbed everything.

Not everything.

I could have told him you still sleep with Mr. Snuffles.

How can you joke right now?

It's kind of my thing.

You really don't get me, do you?

Well, you don't get me, either.

Sometimes I wonder how we're even friends.

Me, too.

If it weren't for Kelly, we probably wouldn't be.

Probably not.

You sure you don't want anything?

Very sure.

I thought this was your favorite place to eat.

You haven't even said hi to Mama P.

I haven't liked the food here lately.

Well, I wish you would have told me that before I ordered.

I love Mama P, but the food is overpriced,

and the coffee tastes like mud.

What's so funny?

It's just been a lot of fun today.

Well, that's nice to hear.

I miss you.

I know that's how it is at your age,

but it really feels like I'm losing you.

Sorry, I-- It's not that I don't want to hang out,

I've just been preoccupied lately.

Oh, I know.

Grandma's illness has been tough on all of us.

What's happening to her isn't fair.

Life isn't fair, honey.

I wish it was.

Me, too.

Oh, I know how close you and Grandma are.

I've been dreading telling you.

Telling me what?

We might have to send her away.

What?

Do you want to stop being friends?

No. Do you?

No way.

So what if we wouldn't have been friends without Kelly?

All that matters is that we're friends now.

Yeah. I mean, you're like my sister.

Except you don't tell me you're Mom and Dad's favorite.

Look, the truth is,

I love how fun and carefree you are.

I wish I was more like that.

And I love the way you make me study and organize my calendar,

even though I never look at it.

Well, this has been exhausting.

I need more chocolate.

What are you doing?

Those are the truth truffles.

We're already under their spell.

Will seconds make me more truthful?

Both: Seconds!

"The truth is bitter and lies are sweet."

"So take a second to enjoy your treat."

What if the first truffle puts you under a spell,

and the second one breaks it?

Like an on-off switch.

We can wait a second if you want to think it through.

Nah. Let's be impulsive.

Well, did it work?

I don't know. I love your headband.

Thank you.

It worked! That headband has way too much goin' on.

We found a specialist in New York

who's willing to take her case.

She doesn't need a specialist.

She needs to stay here with us.

We have to face facts, honey.

Grandma's not getting better.

She needs professional care.

Mom, I didn't want to tell you this,

but I need to.

Grandma isn't sick.

She's under a magic spell.

Oh, honey, I wish that were true.

I know it sounds crazy, but you have to believe me.

Magic is real.

Oh, Kelly. You know, magic is all around us,

but not that kind of magic.

Do you understand?

Kelly.

- Mrs. Quinn. - Oh, honestly, girls,

can't I have Kelly to myself for one afternoon?

Your mom should really have another truffle.

Oh, no thank you. They were awful.

Please, just one more.

If you eat one, Hannah and Darbie will leave us alone.

Give it here.

How is everything, ladies?

Mm. Excellent as always, Mama P.

You have the best coffee in town.

Mama P.

Would you like a truffle?

Sure, they look great. Thank you.

- So, Mama P, tell us about-- - Uh!

These are something special.

I really need a second.

Well, what were you asking, girls?

Nothing.

Have a nice day.

Uh, hey, Kell.

Thanks for the spiralizer.

No problem.

Sorry about before.

The, uh, thing we were talking about earlier.

Could you not mention it to anyone? Ever.

- Please? - You got it.

No worries.

Thanks.

Not tell anyone what?

Nothin'. That girl is nuts.

How so?

She made up this bizarre story

about a magic cookbook.

A magic cookbook.

This I gotta hear.

Sorry to cancel the rest of our sleepover.

I want to spend the evening with my mom.

Don't worry about it.

We can have fun without you.

- We'll catch a movie. - Good idea.

- As long as it's not scary. - Okay.

Or Sci-Fi or over two hours.

Oh, and I have to have an aisle seat.

I'll take what I can get.

- Bye. - See ya.

Bye.

Grandma.

I know you're in there.

Please just give me a wink, or a nod, or anything.

Please.

You have to go away if you don't.

Oh, honey.

Oh, sweetie.

Oh, it's gonna be okay.

What are we gonna do, Mom?

How about we go out for ice cream?

With Grandma.

I think she'd really like that.

Yeah. Okay.

Special order for Scott Quinn.

Mama P. That was really quick.

Hey, where's Jake?

I let him go early tonight.

No worries. You're on my way home.

So sweet.

Let me go get my wallet from upstairs.

Take your time.