[There's nothing she can say to that (a tad dramatic of a response in the witch's opinion, but everyone's got a story). The scent of tea begins to fill the house; she made it strong. Instead of delicate teacups, she comes out with two large ceramic glazed mugs instead, holding one out to Booker when she walks over to him in the living room.]
Drink.
[Amelia has her own mug and plops on a nearby cozy chair, pushing her hair out of the way and readjusting her glasses so they sit on top of her head instead of her nose. The tea steams up her glasses anyways.]
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Drink.
[Amelia has her own mug and plops on a nearby cozy chair, pushing her hair out of the way and readjusting her glasses so they sit on top of her head instead of her nose. The tea steams up her glasses anyways.]