Having only just begun working on cooking up some glam, the ingredients barely mixed together at all in the pot on the cook-stove, Claire was surprised by the sudden voice calling out to her from somewhere above, her grip on the spoon in her hands shifting to hold it more like a weapon than a utensil. “Who was right?” she asked, curious as to what the voice was talking about. The thought that it was merely Lucius messing with her crossed her mind, but it had lacked that stately manner that his voice always had. A quick look around the room further proved that Lucius was nowhere in sight.

It wasn’t until the voice spoke up again, this time from her right, that Claire was able to spot the diminutive form of a pixie hovering off the table. One of the first things that Claire noticed about him was that his attire was rather strange for a pixie, what with the tiny crown atop his head and the leather covering his legs. Usually, pixies tried to wear clothing that was bright and colorful, rarely individualizing much beyond their color preference. “That would depend on what you want, wouldn’t it?” Claire replied, shifting slightly where she stood. “If you want glam, I can easily give you some of that if you’ll just let me finish this bath.”

Fearing that the mixture may have burned a little on the bottom from sitting still for so long, Claire adjusted her grip on the spoon again and began to stir as she waited for a response from the pixie intruder. She was careful to keep her movements from appearing hostile, however, as she knew that pixies could be particularly vicious when provoked, even without a weapon as this one appeared to be. “Do you mind if I ask you what your name is?” she asked casually, leaning over the pot to inhale the sweetly-sour aroma to check if there was anything noticeably wrong with it. It didn’t smell as if it was burned, which was a good thing. Those ingredients were expensive. 

“My name is Claire,” she continued, resuming the stirring of the mixture. “I’m supposed to meet my boss, Adin, here for some kind of deal in a little while. He didn’t really explain why, which isn’t all that unusual for him.” The casual slip of her boss’s name was actually an attempt to let the pixie know who he would be dealing with if he harmed her in any way. Usually, that worked quite well on some of the other toughs she had had to deal with, but the devious, almost maniacal, grin on the pixie’s face seemed to indicate that it wouldn’t be as effective in this situation.

Of course, she could always make use of her magic to deal with the pixie if he became hostile, but she really preferred to not resort to magic, especially not in Granny. While she did have finer control over it than most, that only really meant that she could keep her magic from rebounding and control how it left her body. She was still quite unable to control what it did to her target. Combine that with the fact that it used up the glam in her system, and it was really a double-edged sword.