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The Familiars were surprisingly good at baseball, and even with only four batters, they still had enough people to load the bases and play the game.
When someone was out or made it home, they just took the next turn at bat, and the game continued all day until the Witches started waking up, and Wolfe was as exhausted as they had been when the process finished.
"Wolfe, I thought I heard you laughing out here. What's so funny? Do we have visitors? Ella asked as she walked outside.
They had stopped the game for a moment so that they could start teaching Little Reaper how to bat, and the training was not going well. The creature was naturally incorporeal, and his timing to make the handle of his weapon solid was somehow terrible when facing a baseball while being impeccable against living targets.