She gave a small squawk and waved her hands in defeat. "Yes, the butter dish. Are you really going to judge me on my housekeeping habits when there's a Prince of Darkness sending you hate-grams?" There was a look between the two magicians, so Frances figured it was time to shut up and let them do their thing. Wasn't like she could lend a hand. She turned to watch out the window, keeping an eye out there and not prying into what happened in here.
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