She never understood all of the hell that went on when she left her store, but that was pretty normal for a witch in general. Pulling out the fifty coin to pay for her bath, she was surprised to find that Trouv was actually offering her more than a simple bath at his expense. ...Well, she couldn't very well disagree to it, so she slowly nodded her head and cleared her throat at it. It wasn't normal to her to be...shown explicit kindness, since she didn't interact much outside of her business... Ah? Taking hold of the bath token, a small notion of thanks was given, though she seemed to be interrupted to a degree with what looked like [i]the majority of the town[/i] flooding in just then. Clearing her throat and taking up the token, she was just about to head into the baths before her name was called once more and cause her to turn around on her heel and come to see...Ah. Sarah. The one that kept trying to set her damn Chipsqueaks free.

[color=#9966cc]"...A concoction for one of the locals. They requested a draught to attempt to fix some damages their crops sustained from the last storm that came round. One of my pet Chipsqueaks got a bit too curious and dumped half a bottle of explosive slime into the pot, and the Librarium is now currently airing out since people know not to go in there when horrible earth-rumbling explosions come from the roof. I'm going to go jump in the bath now, since Trouv was nice enough to give me a fair few things on his end. If you see any of the little furballs, usher them home. They're not like normal Chipsqueaks, so they'd probably not do well outside of the town without instruction."[/color]

With that spoken and said and done, Kotoe's two crystals blazed and crystallized the slime atop them to clear the sticky mess off at the same time, leaving the Songs of Fire and Ice to follow behind the otherwise befuddled witch as she went to go and change into a bathing suit provided by the Bathhouse in order to get this mess off of her body. Down the stairs, first one to the left -- the Selkie Tub. The spreading of oils and Lemon Salt alike would lead to a sweeter fragrance before she  unceremoniously [i]dropped herself into the bath[/i]. Time to wash away the grime and the pain...Ha.~