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[color=af4052][i][b]Location[/b] [color=bdbdbd]⋗[/color] [/i][/color] The Patch [food tent].
[color=af4052][i][b]Interactions[/b] [color=bdbdbd]⋗[/color] [/i][/color] Kelly McDaniel [@Bartimaeus], Manon D'aureville [mentioned].
[color=af4052][i][b]School of Magic[/b] [color=bdbdbd]⋗[/color] [/i][/color] Conjuration & Enchantment.
[color=af4052][i][b]Items[/b] [color=bdbdbd]⋗[/color] [/i][/color] Kitchen knife.[img]https://i.imgur.com/Jn7tNIf.png[/img][/cell][cell]
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	The new piece of pie was better than the one that had a visit in the dirt. Hanna topped it off with some creamy vanilla mousse that someone else had made and presented at the tables. Seeing as the cut was so perfect and she was able to keep her clumsy self together for two seconds, Hanna figured she would just slice the whole pie right away. It was during the surgical acrobatics with the kitchen knife that Kelly McDaniel showed her pretty self at the food tents. The gal had joined the coven not long before Hanna, so the two of them sort of made their way into the Shipden Peak witch scene at the same time. However, Kelly was a bit of an antithesis to Hanna in that she had a tendency to be reserved about personal details, or most things.

	"[color=af4052]Dani! Come here, have some of this.[/color]" Hanna eagerly called the girl over. The nickname for Kelly was a play on her surname, McDaniel. "[color=af4052]I made this Apple Pie for tonight that I'd like to get everyone's opinion on.[/color]" Hanna began to twitter like a bird desperate for attention, continuing to cut the rest of the pie, not even looking to see if Kelly came closer. "[color=af4052]I'm paranoid about the apple slices. They're too damn big. I should've made them smaller. Or, maybe they're good like this. I thought it was nice, but what I think is nice is never nice for anyone else, so who am I kidding, really? God, this fucking dress keeps crawling up my ass as if someone is actually controlling it.[/color]" Hanna momentarily let go of the kitchen knife and metal spatula to pull her dress down a notch. "[color=af4052]Anyway, did you hear Lina's speech? She is so good at that, I don't get it. Well, I do get it, but like, I get way too excited about stuff like that. I think it's just because of this event.[/color]" Hanna put a piece of the apple pie on a paper plate and finished it off with that creamy mousse, and then set it aside for Kelly.

	In the haze of the sound of her own voice, Hanna's mind began to wander towards other things far removed from what was right in front of her nose. It had been difficult to [i]not[/i] notice the recent news plaster all over social media. There were shorts about the crops, Delaware, and even of the fungi. Although, there was a whole slew of people trying to fake the videos for likes and impressions—as one would suspect. Some digital artists had even made a few mock-ups of the Dretch thing, imaginary or not. It was quite impossible to hide things from the internet or even keep it quiet. Hanna was rather attuned to the hive mind of that place, browsing even the vilest shitholes.

	[color=703b44][i]Maybe I should do that fortune thing...[/i][/color] Her thoughts interrupted themselves. Hanna had never cared much for the politics of it all—the witch thing that is. However, it had become exceedingly hard to stay out of it on a daily basis. It invaded even the most mundane, boring conversations about anything, especially when conversing with regular people. They seemed more concerned with it than some witches, naturally. Hanna could totally understand their perspective. In fact, she was not so sure if she always sided with other witches on all issues. Back in the mid and late school years, Hanna wished for nothing more than to just be normal. In her head, being a witch was a curse in every sense and all of them should just have been killed right away. It was an extreme thought in the head of a crypto bully obsessed with being popular and pretty.

	[color=703b44][i]Good God, did I really think like that? Good thing I don't anymore... right? Nope, you don't, hopefully. What do you mean by 'hopefully'? Nothing, you... eh, I'm on team Witch now. Of course, we are.[/i][/color] The thoughts continued to wander. Hanna carefully cast a few glimpses around the outside of the food tent to see if some other willing subject for the tasting was close by. Hanna did spot Manon, the new girl, and tried a subtle wave to call her over, but she was headed towards the fire. If she did not see the calling, Hanna would certainly hunt her down later and make her have some apple pie. Although, Lina had to have hers first.

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