She laughs lowly, it's not a cackle, but there is something distinctly nasty about it. There's something nasty about everything that Ianthe does, really. She's the nasty twin.]
Witch, hm. [It's a word that she's heard Blood of Eden spit out at their kind. She can't say she's familiar with it.] You're just food where I come from. Baked, tasty and crunchy. Luckily I was nice enough to let you start talking before attempting to eat you, hmm? Others might not be as temperate.
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She laughs lowly, it's not a cackle, but there is something distinctly nasty about it. There's something nasty about everything that Ianthe does, really. She's the nasty twin.]
Witch, hm. [It's a word that she's heard Blood of Eden spit out at their kind. She can't say she's familiar with it.] You're just food where I come from. Baked, tasty and crunchy. Luckily I was nice enough to let you start talking before attempting to eat you, hmm? Others might not be as temperate.