After she got into the pod, and its petal door closed behind her, Pita returned to the table looking far less stricken now that the creepy elvish woman had gone.
“That was SO weird. Not the first part...well, that was sort of weird, but what the hell kind of a reading was that.” Pita snorted, shaking his head in mild disappointment.
“I liked it. I think we should definitely do it again some time. Do you think she does readings at her shop too?” Merc chattered, pulling Pita into her lap.
“That woman has a shop in the city, I take it?” Ichigo asked, picking at the remains of his cake.
“Yeah, she’s also a seamstress. She made my new stuff.” Elise said, realizing that she was starting to feel stuffy. “Speaking of, it’s kinda late. I would really like a bath.”
“Ohhhh, we have a really bath
