The Spirit Association doesn't push her on anything, they continue to take the line that she should get used to her powers and practice for now. They e-mail her a couple invitations to socials- Magic sports, an ice cream social, both aimed at newer 'girls.

Lilith texts her late on Thursday.

Can I come say hi at your place?

50-50 on the egg donor being pissed off I invited anybody to her mess, but I'm trying to be more self-assured, so - your call whether you think you *should,* but you *can.*

Oh, I'd sneak in. Just didn't want to make u drive to my place. omw.

sdskjsdsasds well in *that* case

Drive only moderately recklessly!  ;P

Lilith makes her appearance about half an hour later by completely silently opening Annabel's bedroom window and lowering herself in feet first, like some kind of ninja. She might even get through before the draft is noticed... 

...Which is helped by Annabel closing the window and dropping the blinds back down with a smirk.

"Oh no, my home is being invaded by a sexy ninja, whatever shall I do.  Heya Lil~"

"Hey."

Hug. It is time for hug. And sighing.

It is definitely time for emphatic hugs if there is sighing!

And possibly also hairpetting.

If Lilith looks around very much, it's evident that - well, Annabel's house doesn't seem very homey, but it's lived-in anyway?  Or perhaps lived out of, despite itself.  The walls are white, the carpet is grey, the yard/garden unkempt, the ceiling atrociously popcorny, someone didn't put the sills back in when they installed the windows - but there's still touches of personality: a radio playing the last few decades' hits from her nightstand, the bookshelves, overloaded with a life's worth of books that spill out onto the floor, and the long dresser against the wall that's neither bed, bookshelf, nor closet, that's absolutely covered with Legos.

"Welcome to my humble abode."

"I feel very welcomed! I'm just... In a pretty cuddly mood I guess. Want to hear about my trip?"

The hug does not end yet.

"Absolutely."  The petting doesn't end yet either, though she does maneuver them to a chair in the corner that only fits two people if they are, in fact, very cuddly.

Snughug. "Do you know how I make money? Mostly not... That. You know. I mean, I pretend to be a paranoid goth spirit bearer. I sell cosmetic spells, and stuff."

Ophelia nods.  "Cosmetic spells?"

"Yeah, my illusions can stick for a good long while if I juice them. Give someone brighter eyes, better hair. Abs." She snorts. "Give them a little mental wiggle, self confidence, too. Usually a good gig, but I feel kind of scummy about it now for some reason. Drop twenty pounds fast, but only in your head and only for a couple weeks, then you have to pay up again."

"It is a bit scummy.  Not even the self-confidence boost, but the way it's...

"Not making an attempt to actually increase the qualities asked for?

"But you could make a killing dealing with phobias, I bet.

"Or as a magic-backed life coach in full generality.

"Sometimes people do just need a little push to start a habit, or kick one, that they wouldn't otherwise be able to muster the commitment to do.  You could sell smoother cessation of smoking; hide the cravings, for example.  Or induce follow-through on resolutions to clean more or exercise or - whatever, really.

"...I am uncertain why the angle that immediately sprang to mind was phobias in particular, actually, but - well.  I suppose you did kick mine.  Insofar as I in particular have ever had one - really, it seems that Luna is the one that spends the most time per capita worrying about things.

"It would be a different flavor of woo, but one you could follow through on, and one that doesn't actually leave your existing clients in the lurch."

"People buy makeup all the time. They get lipo. They get botox. All sorts of creative tortures. Only real issue is how temporary mine is. And... That kind of head fuckery is a whole new can of worms I'm not eager to open. Especially if it's meant to last. Can you imagine? She's brainwashing people, an evil mastermind, can't trust anyone she's ever talked to!"

"Mmmm.

"...Hm, I notice that I am confused - you said that the illusion was 'only in their minds' but are presently implying that it's real enough for those not directly subject to it to perceive?"

"...Yeah? I told you my power is just really convincing illusions. You felt it last time. You never actually grew a pussy I just kinda swapped us."

"Yes, but - if someone had, hells forbid, interrupted us, what would they have seen?  Is the question."

She's still giving Lilith hairpets with the hand that isn't gesturing dramatically as she speaks.

"They- Well, I'd have to have been doing the multi target one, but I do for cosmetics, if I had they'd have seen what we saw. It's not real though. It won't make you more in shape or fix anything at all."

"Well, honestly, if someone goes into that deal knowing what they're getting, and it's not - a lie to the world that only they perceive, and thus derive no benefit - I think it's no more scummy than modern beauty standards existing, really.  Which, I mean, fuck them, but it's not - you're not actually an agent of their perpetuation.

"Also you should do hair.  Hair's already like that, kinda-sorta, so it's - fair?  And magic hair is cool."

"...Mm. Flop. I've lost all energy. I need a distraction."

Does a kiss help?

"I've been working on this artifact idea that I don't really have good metaphors to approach but would be - really good to be able to make?  ...Actually we'd totally cast the spell for you if you wanted -"