Carver grinned, enjoying both the high of having pulled it off as well as getting to watch the antics of the trio on their own high.

"On the upside, at least he remembered which witches he was supposed to be talking to," she snickered.

Loki was hanging out in the comfort of Carver's cage, casually squeezing a foam sponge with his claws. At the sound of his mom's voice saying his name, the scorpion let out a grainy "[i]chirrrrrukk?[/i]" and brought his face up to a space between the bars. Carver obligingly opened the door and let him crawl along her vines toward Shock.