<span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span style="font-size: 15px">"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">I'm a Witch, love. I always have rum on hand somewhere</span>." She replied, freezing with her hand half way to her lips as King took the glass directly from her grasp. Her dark eyes narrowed faintly, a smirk tugging at a single corner of her mouth. However, before she could utter a witty, sarcastic remark, or take a playful swing at him, there was another loud knock at her door. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">Keep an eye on the pasta will you, darlin'? I've got to answer the door</span>."<br/>
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With a soft chuckle, Jen turned on her heel and like a ball of untamed energy, bounced towards the door. This time, she physically opened it rather than use her Magick and she very nearly ripped it off it's hinges. There, on her threshold, stood a six foot four man with little decorations hanging from his beard. She gave a soft snort, followed by a chuckle. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">Someone's certainly festive. Come on in</span>.." She trailed off slightly, unsure of what his name was, but she still held the door open wide and welcoming. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">Presents for the exchange go under the tree in the living room. I'll have King tend the bar so if you'd like anything, let him know</span>." She stated with a rather devious grin. It was pay back after all for sneaking a sip of her wine.</span></span>