Carver had a vine tucked through the cage door into her chest cavity, rummaging around the various tools and trinkets inside. She reached with the tip of another to tickle Loki's chin. He hissed and snapped at her with a claw, defending his treat. Carver grinned and pulled her vine back, then turned her focus to Shock and Barrel.

"Can we run through the exact plan and backups one last time? If we fuck this part up even a little bit, nothing else works. I'd rather not have to improvise more than necessary. How are we going to get all three witches in the front of the shop at once, [i]with[/i] their brooms?"