Melita clapped her hands with glee. "Mr. Phillips!" she exclaimed and went over to give him a hug!

"I am fabulous! Everyone, this is Mr. Phillips. He's a very sweet boy and will be the chief healer's assistant," she introduced him to everyone and then conjured him up a pink bean bag chair. "You can sit beside me during the auditions and tell me what you think of everyone."

Melita pat him on the head and then moved to inspect the cookies. "Mmmmm almonds. These must be Miss Hopton's," she decided and took a sniff. "Mmm... I just love adding a dash of extra vanilla. And chocolate chip... always a good choice," she said and then frowned, picking up the sad looking gingerbread cookie and clicking her tongue. "Oh dear. This one seems to have had a rough time of it. Well, only one thing to do..."

And she ate it. Covered in fuzz and so rock hard it was surprising she didn't break a tooth on it. "It still had a bit of life left," Melita declared with a grin before putting an arm around Mr. Morgan. "You come up to my office some time and I'll help you bake a cookie."

She gave him a little squeeze and cleansed her palate with a snickerdoodle. "Yummy. This is most definitely going to be one of the tastiest choirs I've had the pleasure of directing."