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“Right.” He wipes his nose unnecessarily with an over-long sleeve. “So, Alice texted me.”

“Ugh.”

“Not ugh.” He tugs at her sleeve and she looks at him side-long, watches the concerned little crease on his brow. He had the same one as a five year old. So did Nicky. “You’re in a robe.”

“All witches wear robes.”

“With duckies?” His own lips twitch.

“Shut up,” she grouses.

“Like. So many duckies, Agatha.”

Fucking Lilia and her stupid fetid robe collection. She’s going to burn this cannoli and spread its entrails on her bed. “Your point, Teenager?”