Since when are witches so concerned with divine providence? As if such a thing exists. [he mutters this last in what he hopes is out of earshot. It's annoying enough that he's sharing the space with a woman who is obviously a hundred times better at magic than he is (if that glow of octarine around her means anything), but now he's being lectured by her on his language and pessimism, too. And here he'd been so enjoying his buzz...
Funnily enough, he does still follow her directions to get the teapot without protest, grabbing two cups while he's at it. He wonders if they have honey.]
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Funnily enough, he does still follow her directions to get the teapot without protest, grabbing two cups while he's at it. He wonders if they have honey.]