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Anna was pretty much a wreck. After the Scarentine's debacle, the witchling had found herself unceremoniously dumped outside the auditorium, her outfit entirely ruined by her food fight and scuffle with Enzo, and several bruises looming livid on her pale skin. And Shibey, once she'd summoned him again, had been seriously unimpressed with the whole affair.

Two days after Scarentine's - after she'd had a chance to bathe, sleep, eat, and cry for a bit - the witchling had marched determinedly down to the Reaper dormitory kitchens, determined to make restitution for her horrible failure however she could. Spookies were an appropriate 'sorry I was horrible under the influence of horrible drugs or whatever' gift, right?

Oh, jack, she hoped so.

The kitchen was a bit of a mess, with bowls and flour and sugar and all kinds of ingredients everywhere. She didn't know what Enzo and the big monster ghoul and, well, most of the school liked, so she was going to make All The Spookies. Surely one of them would be appropriate...

< I would like two dozen of the catnip ones, > Shibey put in; the Incubator was sitting on top of one of the fridges, his tail swishing back and forth as he watched the chaos from above.

"Catnip? But you aren't a cat..."

< I can still like catnip if I want, > he replied, calmly.

Anna sighed and nodded. Really, she was lucky Shibey still wanted to talk to her after everything she'd done... Sharpie would just have to understand about there being fewer catnip cookies. The witchling shoved a tray of cookies into the oven and leaned back against the closed door, drooping.

Shibey reacted first - in a single bound, the Incubator leapt from the top of the fridge to the floor, landing right next to the new arrival. < Who... are you? > he projected, tail swishing warily through the air.

"... Oh! Are you another Reaper's familiar?" Anna put down her wooden spoon, leaning over the counter for a better look. Was there someone else like her on campus? That would be... really wonderful, actually. Instantly, the witchling was imagining their future adventures, their deep friendship, the bond to last a lifetime...