Call it one of the pitfalls of living in a universe with all the malignant kinds of magic and precious little of the fluffy fairy godmother kind. Magic might impress gawkers, and it'll probably save your life at one time or another, but it doesn't solve any problems that it didn't create in the first place. No magic, no Others - no Others, no need for the wards and charms that hold them at bay. No magic at all, and she can get back to just being Sunshine, goddess of the bakery, without having to worry about vampire affinities or potential demon taints or overbearing SOF.

Also, excuse you, Yuri. The existence of magic doesn't preclude science, thank you very much. He ought to know better, even if there aren't magic handlers in his universe.

She arches an eyebrow at him. "Yeah, we have science, too. All the best stuff is probably in sucker hands, but we drive cars and have globenet connections and everything." And Charlie's has a proper bakery, not a stone oven fueled with - with peat. Shiva wept.