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He chuckled. “You are far from a strange witch. Remind me more of Rapunzel, just shorter hair,” he said with a grin. A shrug followed suit at her comment. “My sister drug me here, and if you ever meet her, she’s quite literally Satan, so I never say no to her for fear I may be drawn and quartered by her demonic spawns I’m sure she hides in her closet,” he joked.
“Perhaps I’m the Rapunzel who chopped off all her hair. Plus, I left my frying pan back in my room,” she mused as she sat back in her chair, looking over their food spread. It had been a while since she had indulged in this many sweets, so it wouldn’t hurt to enjoy the holiday. “I don’t believe that I’ve met her but she sounds absolutely fascinating. How does one tame demonic spawn to do their bidding? I must know her ways.” She smiled in a way to leave him guessing whether she was joking or not.












