"Spices?" Walküre said jokingly, "We don't need no stinkin' spices!" She was too occupied with her futile quest to find something useful in these drawers to even notice Black Lady's death. She was very myopic at the moment.

Thinking about it more though, there could be one or two things she needed from the spice drawer. The first thing Walküre grabbed was basil. She twisted off the lid and took a deep breath in to smell it. The clean smell was refreshing, and filled her with thoughts of home. Maybe the spices came from the garden, and if they needed something from a Green King, there wasn't much greener than fresh basil.

The second thing she pulled out, was salt. Since they were being held captive by a witch, it was possible that they could use salt to make a protection circle around themselves, and will it shut to keep her away. Not that Walküre knew how to do that, but she had read enough fantasy books to know that it works.

"Are any of you practitioners of the dark arts?" she cutely asked while holding up the shaker of salt. Although this place put her in a bad mood, Sailor Walküre was capable of turning on her charms when she had to.