"Of course, any person deserves to see the might of ALICE LOFTHEART once in their pathetic lives." the wizard shouted, twirling her staff about. Speaking in an ancient and mysterious tongue, mana swirled around its length, her eyes glowing as a rift tore open in the fabric of space, and three things happened.

Firstly, a large, overstuffed chair crashed onto the floor next to the girls.

Secondly, a large blanket floated out from the shadows, with a large cat in a witch hat embroidered onto it. Alice leaped into the air, landing on the couch as she tied the blanket around her neck, billowing like a cape.

Thirdly, a large mug of hot chocolate appeared from a column of flame, dispensing itself in her hands. From her high perch, the young wizard grinned down at the innocuous human girl.