[She's watching...watching...and at first she almost thinks he's making fun of her, because nothing is really happening and she's standing here staring at a bit of butter in a dish in a box in a kitchen in a townhouse in a city that isn't her own —
And then it starts going soft around the edges and losing that firm, chilled look to it, and she lets out a startled squeak of surprise without really meaning to.]
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And then it starts going soft around the edges and losing that firm, chilled look to it, and she lets out a startled squeak of surprise without really meaning to.]
It's melting!
[Suspicious, she holds her hand up to the box.]
...But there's no heat coming out of it...
[WITCHCRAFT]