the four of them settled on the couch, all but Mordred drank hot chocolate. He himself was drinking from a bottle of vinegar held in his tail. "We'll be going soon" Willana murrmered absently. She stared into the blazing fireplace and sipped from her cup. "There will be plenty to do, as always, but at least this time we have extra help, right Mordred?" she turned to him. "Shove it ya fat witch" he snapped, taking another gulp.
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