<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/50/91/ff/5091ff5735f12ddcf4df5e7ac6f02b14.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Helena Cross (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=330468.msg15785068#msg15785068)<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>WTCH715-2080<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>History Witch<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong>Sunday September 6th, 2020, Close-to-Noon.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Shopping District, Outskirts<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Cassie<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Chatting, which will lead into shopping.<br/><hr/>Helena felt a little awkward about Cassie's declaration that this was one of her favoured tomes on the Alchemical, but thankfully the pink-haired lass seemed to blow off the pale witch's dismissal. It probably had its uses, but it wasn't what the studious witch had wanted. Perhaps the problem was her hope that there was some recipe for enjoying Potion-Crafting that simply did not exist. The book certainly posited that idea; That Potion-Crafting was a love in and of itself. It was that same paradoxical love or hate relationship one could have with cooking. Some people did it because it was sustenance, and some people made a glorious song and dance about it all.<br/><br/>Helena, as it happened, was more on the former train than the latter.<br/><br/>Cassie plopped down on the picnic basked, and mentioned the weather with that delightfully chipper smile of hers. Helena appreciated Cassie's optimism, even if it didn't show. Their was something to be said about someone so frequently able to stay positive. “<strong>I've been there once as well. It was pretty fascinating. I was meaning to work on a brief translation hex for the next time I visit...</strong>” Her History Witch side was briefly showing, and she stopped herself. Instead, she seemed to take in Cassie's brief pausing discomfort, worried she might have aggravated the British woman apparently. Helena smiled at the offer of lunch, clasping the book in her lap shut.<br/><br/>“<strong>Lunch sounds good, actually. Got anything in mind? I could murder for some sushi, or maybe get some coffee instead?</strong>” She wasn't in a rush to stand up from the picnic blanket, instead deciding to let the energetic Cassie take the lead. She was worried the Pretty-Pink person might be overthinking things, and letting her know she could lead the dance seemed the best way to get her back in her element. "<strong>I'm easy, really.</strong>"