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So this is a strip club, apparently.
It looks an awful lot like a tacky bar with ads of assorted people in heavy makeup all over its surface. Also, Isabella is getting the impression that witches must not be common patrons, even taking into account their absolute rarity - she'd be an uncommon sight at a pawn shop too but no one would be liable to look at her like so.
Oh well.
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"So since I can't take Petaal on as my meta-apprentice, what're you going to do with whatever amount of time you spend still in Rockland?" Isabella inquires.
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Isabella goes in and studies what critters, plants, and objects are best to sacrifice for what applications for best results, feet tucked under her.
Path stays snuggly with Petaal, though.
Path stays snuggly with Petaal, though.
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Petaal is very very snuggly! Path is lovable. She loves him.
Eventually, though, she murmurs: "Shoo, I wanna hug my sweetie."
Eventually, though, she murmurs: "Shoo, I wanna hug my sweetie."
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Petaal shifts into a liger and pounces on Kas, nuzzling him ferociously. The witch-silks suffer somewhat from the transition.
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