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know that,” Zoe said. “She might be awfully sick, and I could save her. I have to.”
    There was another pause, and then Matthew sighed. “One tablespoon. That’s it. Any more than that and she might end up living forever and never getting zits or something.”
    â€œThank you!” Zoe cried. “Thank you, Matthew!”
    â€œYou are never hearing the end of this,” he said. “Both my sisters are cracked in the head.”
    Zoe ran back down the stairs, around Jasmin and Blue, and into the kitchen.
    â€œWhere’s the vacuum?” Jasmin asked.
    â€œCouldn’t find it!” Zoe called. “One more minute!” She dropped the walkie-talkie on the kitchen counter and took the bottle from Logan.
    â€œOne tablespoon,” she said, pulling out the measuring spoons. She poured an exact tablespoon out and dumped it in the smoothie. Logan re-capped the bottle and shoved it into the back of the fridge.
    â€œOkay, you can come in,” Zoe called. She pressed the button on the blender and everything inside began to spin around with a deafening whirring sound as Blue led Jasmin into the kitchen.
    And then, through the pass-through window, Zoe saw a huge furry head slowly rise up, flapping its ears.
    The blender had woken Captain Fuzzbutt.
    If she thought a hellhound would be difficult to explain, a baby woolly mammoth was probably going to blow up Jasmin’s brain completely.
    She shot Logan a desperate look and he followed her gaze to the living room, where the Captain was yawning hugely and swinging his trunk in an exploratory circle.
    Logan sidled quickly out of the kitchen, giving Jasmin a manic smile. Jasmin still had her back to the living room, but if she turned around, she would have an excellent view of Logan trying to shove a mammoth out of sight. Zoe watched in petrified horror as he threw his weight against the Captain’s side and Fuzzbutt grunted with amusement, poking Logan cheerfully with his trunk.
    â€œSo,” Blue said. “Smoothie? Zoe?”
    â€œRight,” she said, snapping back to attention. “Here.” She shoved the blender toward them and grabbed a glass out of the cabinet.
    â€œI can’t believe I’ve never been in here before,” Jasmin said, setting the jacket on a chair and twisting her fingers together as she glanced around. “My allergies seem fine so far. What did you do with your fire alarm dog?”
    â€œHa-ha!” Zoe said. “I mean, he’s around. Probably in the living room. Don’t go in there!”
    Jasmin started to turn toward the living room. Logan frantically grabbed Fuzzbutt’s tail and tried to tug him out of sight. The mammoth snorted and swatted him away.
    â€œHey,” Blue said, reaching out and touching Jasmin’s hand. She pivoted back toward him with a dazzling smile. He held out the drink, which was a hideous reddish-brownish-greenish color. “You can have this one.”
    â€œOh, thanks,” she said, and then, as she lifted the glass to her mouth, she stopped. Her nose crinkled and she lowered the glass again, eyeing the thick concoction inside doubtfully. “Um. Sorry . . . what’s in this? It smells a little . . . unusual.”
    â€œWheatgrass,” Blue said promptly.
    â€œGreek yogurt,” Zoe said at the same time.
    â€œUh-huh,” Jasmin said, raising her eyebrows. Zoe realized she was staring at Jasmin like a crazy person. She ducked below the island and started putting away the pots, trying to look casual. Her heart was thumping. Please drink it. Please drink it .
    â€œYou know, I don’t really love Greek yogurt,” Jasmin said to Blue. “Maybe I’ll skip it.”
    â€œOh, try it,” Blue said charmingly. “This is my favorite. I make them all the time.”
    â€œYeah?” Zoe heard Jasmin sniff the drink again. “You know what, then you should have it.”
    â€œI want