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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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[damnfinecoffee]

[Awkward Ianto is awkward... but he also wants to try and explain himself, so he watches her from a slight distance.]

[witchmaker]

[ Still filing away. When she looks up, though, she spots him and raises one brow. ]

[damnfinecoffee]

...look, I just wanted to talk to you about... well, you know.

[witchmaker]

The squirt, you mean? I'm listening.

[wheat_wolf]

{Looking at those sparkly things curiously, her ears piqued in interest. Horo isn't as cautious here as she is in her travels, so her ears and tail are in full view} What an odd assortment! And rough paper to your nails, as another.

[witchmaker]

I'm not sure what most of them do-- I'm just returning them to a friend. As for the nail thing, it keeps them from growing too long and catching on things. [ She shows off her rounded and evened-out nails. ] I paint them too, sometimes.

[wheat_wolf]

But the ones that you do know, what are they? I cannot recall seeing anything like this before.

{She stares at Angela's nails before laughing} That would certainly be a sign of leisure! Are you royalty, perhaps?

[witchmaker]

The ones I do know aren't here. I'm holding on to them for the time being. Some combination of this stuff makes a healing salve that stops bleeding and heals wounds quickly, even if it burns. You'd have to ask Firo how to make it, though.

Lots of women paint their nails! [ Arm fold. ] Not just princesses.

[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.

[immortalmistake]

Angie. Where's the rest of it.

[witchmaker]

Don't push your luck, mister. I'll give you the other stuff back when I'm comfortable with it.

[fireintothesky]

[Peeking at the stuff >> And maybe trying to sneak one of the bottles away for closer inspection.]

[witchmaker]

You can look, but don't touch, squirt.

[fireintothesky]

[...ack. She puts it back. For now.] What are these?

[witchmaker]

They're things a close friend of mine uses to make healing salves.