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[witchmaker]

[ There's a work table on the Plane now, with lots of sparkly, ancient and mysterious looking things lined up on it-- and an Angela, sitting on the work surface, filing her nails. The stuff is all neatly lined up, so the gaps where there are a few ingredients missing are a bit obvious. This doesn't seem to bother her, though, as she continues to

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[contract_star]

What's all this?

[witchmaker]

Firo's. Most of it, anyway.

[contract_star]

[Chuckles.] Nice one.

[witchmaker]

It's not that I don't trust him, especially now that he knows how upset it makes me, but I'd rather he not be in danger if word gets around. Which I hope it won't.

[contract_star]

Very good thinking. It's best not to have all the supplies in any one place anyway.

[witchmaker]

Hopefully he'll see it that way.

[contract_star]

[Smirk.] Hopefully, though he can be pretty unreasonable at times.

[witchmaker]

[ Fondly ] Tell me about it.

[contract_star]

[Just smiles at that.]