These little words // open+cooking lesson // they are changing us

ROSEMARY ROUX

The witch walked over, curious about what this 'cooking' entailed. Besides, Jacob's obvious mental unrest also peaked her interest; she never saw him so outright anxious before in his aura, but he looked completely calm on the outside. Taking an easy seat in the group - far away from Caesar as possible - she squinted slightly as she looked at the mutt's aura, trying to pick out specific colors to get a better grasp on his emotional state. She got little to no headway, though, as it seemed he swapped out his soul for a fluorescent orange headlight.

Her eyes hurt after staring for too long, and she looked off to the side to whatever cooking tools and spices he set up for the demonstration. Her ears straightened as an idea popped into her head, one that would certainly help solve both of their problems. Well, she assumed Jacob wanted this neon-orange terror to go away, and she knew she wanted to attend the lesson without her eyes burning like she was staring at a miniature sun. Solving both their problems would prove beneficial for both of them, hm? She attempted to push soothing blue feelings into his mind with her mental magic, hoping he'd turn calm or, at the very least, more sad instead of anxious.

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