Carver chortled. "I'm sure I could find [i]some[/i] way to spin it so he's still in the dark. But yeah," she shrugged, "we could find another source of entertainment if we really needed to. Kind of what we do, after all."

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Barrel glanced sideways at Agatha shyly as he talked about white baneberry, and her shriveled little heart gave a flutter. This was it! He was going to ask her out! The youngest witch beamed, thinking about how much effort he'd probably gone to, trying to find a casual way to find a way to spend time with her.

Then her face fell when he turned back to Aggie and asked for, "a more [i]experienced[/i] teacher." 

...Oh.

So, he wasn't asking her for a personal tutoring session that might possibly turn into something else... He [i]just[/i] wanted to study potions.

And he apparently didn't think [i]she[/i] was good enough for the job.

Agatha was caught between being upset he brushed her off romantically, and being offended he brushed her off professionally. She settled on being offended. She could at least do something about that.

Aggie ran a gnarled hand across her chin thoughtfully. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, her niece interrupted her. Agatha crossed her arms and puffed out her chest. "Hey!" she piped up indignantly. "I'm [i]plenty[/i] experienced!"