With: @daphnebishop Where: Caffeine Crypt
There was a lot that Ronnie and Daphne needed to talk about, and even more that Ronnie didn't know how to say. That was why, when they'd arrived at the Caffeine Crypt, Ronnie had quickly offered to take their orders and wait around for them to be called, shifting her weight from foot to foot as she thought about the best thing to say. What could she say? She didn't even know what the fuck it all meant. Because Ronnie hadn't been a witch, and she didn't think their other sibling was, either. Their parents had never mentioned witchy shit, but, okay, when would they have been around for it? Maybe this was a biological fluke? She didn't fucking know.
Their drinks were ready far too soon, and Ronnie headed over to where Daphne was waiting, making sure to hand her sister the one without blood in it. "Here. Let me know if it's right." It smelled right. That was a thing she could do, now, smell the fucking ingredients of a drink without having to try it, her fucking sense of smell just ridiculous these days. She sat down, taking a deep breath before looking at Daphne. "Sooo... witch?" she asked, then cringing as she realized how that fucking sounded.