Kristie Kline watched the scarves whirl around her, a frustrated frown creasing her brow. "Almost," she murmured, reaching for a particularly stubborn piece of purple silk. These enchanted linens were supposed to fold themselves neatly—a magical convenience! Instead, they put on an elaborate show, dodging her attempts at order with playful defiance. She just needed them contained, but the scarves seemed determined to remain airborne, a vibrant blur against the neutral backdrop. "Just one stack," she pleaded softly, hoping for a moment of cooperation.