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The first rule of Chaldea is 'Respect Master, and don't blow up Chaldea, or the big scary skull man will cut off your head.'
The SECOND rule of Chaldea is 'don't share your food, eat it all, but don't steal from others either, or Boudica will withhold meals from you until you cook enough to make up for it.'
The third rule of Chaldea doesn't yet exist, but it SHOULD be 'Don't trust Medea of Colchis unless you're Master or Carmilla. Or Elizabeth Bathory.'
'And YET.' The flabby witch grumbles in her mind, adjusting herself in her trio of WAY too-small chairs. 'I'll get her back for this. Maybe I'll make her thin for a few hours, watch her panic.'
Circe made it very clear to her niece that she did not do 'blind dates'. That she was not interested in being 'set up' with someone Medea knew, even if the girl swore she'd like them. She still had her own issues to work through, and she didn't want to fall into the lovey-dovey hole that Medea had the moment the lardy Countess Carmilla had waddled through the cafeteria door.
"Honestly, though. Kidnapping me? I might've taught that girl too much, if she could pull that off without my notice." Circe sighed, blowing a raspberry as she jiggled her tummy with a hand. "She could've at least TRIED poison or something first, instead of literally warping me out of my belching competition."
Circe wasn't tied up and trapped literally, of course. That'd be rather easy for her to break out of with just a few spells, and there probably wasn't a strong enough rope to contain all that belly anyway.
No, Medea had warped her into a restaurant, devoid of people. Probably in some singularity or another, and with a distinctly meat-focused aesthetic.
"Ooh, they have prime rib...." She blushed in hunger as she gazed at the menu, flipping through the thing full of heavy, fattening meats that appealed to Circe's recently-discovered carnivorous inclinations. The fatty witch was all belly and ass, her tits practically the size of Medea's...pre-gain. It was probably the meat's fault.
"Wait, wait, wait, I need to focus! Who's my date supposed to be anyway!?" She shook her head, peering around the restaurant in an attempt to spot whoever was intended to be her romantic partner.
The sounds of roaring, gurgling thundergut behind her head escaped her, of course. Which is odd, because Minamoto-no-Raikou is not a very quiet woman.
