Higgens had been at it again in the kitchen on their small cabin.<br/>Her enthusiasm for potions had not diminished with age, but her ability to remember the specific ingredients had faded with dementia.<br/>She sashayed her huge hips around the kitchen, nearly knocking over the bottle placed in rows along the wall.<br/>She crooned an old song- leaving out half the worlds as she only half paid attention.<br/>" A tinsel and a bordle, a parley and a mortal- one again, two are friends and three beat round the murkle- hmm...hmmm  hmmm"<br/>She added dried frogs legs and chuckled meaningfully as she remembered how she'd gotten them.<br/><br/>She was distracted from her flow when a door opened, she looked up to see the other hag enter.