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[if you happen to pass by one section of the woods, you might find two blonde women having a discussion over tea, complete with elaborate tea set and chairs. The contents of their conversation might seem a little strange though

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[skirtindanger]

... [what a strange topic over tea...]

[goldlace]

Ohoh. Another guest for our tea party?

[skirtindanger]

-- Oh, sorry! I don't mean to interrupt, I was only passing by.

[goldlace]

Now that you have done that much--you will not be as so impolite to refuse to sit with us, right....?

[skirtindanger]

Um... I suppose not. The tea could be nice.

[goldlace]

[as soon as maka says that a chair is pulled out

magically.

and beatrice just grins a bit as she watches her carefully]

[skirtindanger]

-- !

[woah]

... Magic?

[goldlace]

Do you expect anything less when in the company of a witch?

[skirtindanger]

[suddenly she's looking a lot more reluctant before. guess who still thinks all witches are horrible, evil things?]

... A witch. No wonder. I should have figured.

[goldlace]

What's with that look? Have I hit a sore spot, perhaps?

[skirtindanger]

Hardly.

[maybe. yes.]

But you... Ugh, why do there have to be witches around here?

[goldlace]

Lying is an ill habit, is it not?

.... [a beat] Being within my presence is considered to be an honored by others.

[skirtindanger]

An honor? Why should I be honored?

[goldlace]

A better question is-- why shouldn't you be? It is not a chance that a witch shows themselves in front of a human.

[skirtindanger]

On the contrary, I've had way too many run-ins with your kind to be any kind of happy about it.

[goldlace]

Ufufufufu. With an attitude like that, it is of little wonder that your experiences were poor.