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Georgie took a sip of her tea and pretended that Sabrina yelling at her for the first time in ever didn't rattle her. Not much shook her resolve and made her want to break down, but she held it together. She sat up straighter and schooled her face, completely stoic. No more smiles or little smirks. She's over this.

[color=red]"I doubt you can take on more than one of them,"[/color] what's his face said. 

[color=CE6857]"I'm sure I didn't ask you to be concerned for my wellbeing. I'll handle myself,"[/color] she said.

And if she died trying, then so be it. The claustrophobicness of their situation had been weighting on her for weeks. James's death still heavy in her heart. Her schooling on hold, because she can't continue her program overseas. Too much going wrong when everything had gone right, for the most part, for about decade now. She didn't know how to handle it and she didn't want to. Not even Patty calling her full name bothered her right now. It's about time for her to have a mental breakdown anyway. A good cry to settle her emotions and relieve her of some of the stress from her circumstances.

[color=springgreen]“Well this family already has one mistake. I wouldn’t want to make another,”[/color] Tinsel said. 

Georgie couldn't even take joy in her obvious display of nerves. She'll think about this later and laugh about it to herself. Probably bring it up to jab her with, but for now, she settled on keeping her response short.

[color=CE6857]"We're all mistakes, Tinsel."[/color]

She set her thermos on the floor beside her chair, then stood and reached for the skull Arabelle handed over. She almost cracked a smile at Arabelle's huffiness towards Tinsel, but she kept her expression schooled. She never had much opinion about Arabelle. She did her work well and didn't annoy her. She could respect someone, outside the family, that also didn't like Tinsel. Most of the town kissed that woman's arse on the regular. Quite peculiar and disgusting. 

[color=804061] “What is this Garden, anyways? Is it what you call your abstraction?”[/color] Arabelle asked. Her voice quiet to keep it between the two of them.

[color=CE6857]"Yes. It's my own personal dimension where I control and manipulate everything in it."[/color] She took the skull and opened a portal to the Garden big enough for the skull to fit inside. She let Arabelle have a little look inside, then tossed the skull in where the soil absorbed it, losing it in the fields. 

Even with a portal that small, it strained her like trying to pull something heavy. She quickly closed it and sat down for a bit of a breather and drank more of her tea. It took a few minutes for her to feel normal. With her part of the plan complete, there was no other reason for her to stick around. 

[color=CE6857]"I assume you all know how to keep mum about where the skull is?"[/color] She sounded it skeptical. Too many people know where it is, so someone was bound to fuck it up somehow. [color=CE6857]"Though, I'm sure some of you would be happy to get rid of me, I digress. I'll be in my room if you need me."[/color]

She slid opened the door into the kitchen, then turned back. 

[color=CE6857]"Don't need me for any reason. If any of you die on this mission, I don't want to hear about it."[/color] And with that, she officially took her leave.