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One could not reasonably get one's boilfriends flowers for Scarentine's Day.
But one could quite reasonably get oneself flowers. Just because...
Well, actually, Belladonna stood outside the florist and stared in because of her previous occupation in that odd other world. Though it had been a suitable enough time to put away those memories from the Green Kingdom of Om, the witch just could not let go of all those beautiful flowers she used to work with day in and day out. Especially the roses. Hecate help her, but she'd never been so fond of a single type of flower before now and here she was in the maul, contemplating buying herself a rose just because she missed them.
"You're being silly." She scolded herself aloud, but still she did not move. Already she had gotten most of her Scarentine's shopping done, not that it had really been very tedious or time consuming. Candy for most of her friends, a new game for Mort, even a cute little trinket for her elder sister (but not for the eldest). So now there was some time to waste, a tiny bit of time to take to herself. And pine over flowers.

Maybe she should just go buy herself a new dress, or some fabric and make a new dress. Honestly, if she really wanted to treat herself she could just get a corset and call it a day. Maybe a cute cat toy for Binx would suffice, that would be fun!
But roses? Really? That was what she wanted for herself? Something that would wilt in a few days and not mean anything since it was from herself to herself... But still...
They were very pretty.
Don't mind her, she was just going to stand in the window and pine some more.

For all parties involved, it was best the witch had decided to set down her bags before pausing to stare at the flowers. Not only did it free her hands up to clasp against the other in a gesture of longing, it also kept her from having to weary them with holding all her gifts. And it also meant that when someone tapped her shoulder, she only gently brought them up around shoulder level to look all the more surprised.
Not like the loud shouting of glee and excited squealing didn't already give the whole notion of surprise away.
""GEEEENEEEEEE!!!!" Was all the warning the ghoul got before the witch pounced on her and fiercely hugged her tight. There might have been some jumping involved as well, actually there was a lot of jumping and cheek squishing, too. It had been since before Christmastevel since the witch had seen her doppleganger friend, and she'd changed enough to comment over.
"You cut your hair!" Belladonna exclaimed far too loudly as she pulled Gene back by her shoulders to hold her out at arm lengths. For a moment she stared at the short locks, pink eyes wide as she surveyed the new hairstyle. Then her face split into a wide grin and she was nearly sparkling at the ghoul. "IT LOOKS SO GOOD!"
Excitable Belladonna was waaaaay too excited.

After a bit more hugging and general excitement to see her friend, the witch finally settled with a big kiss to Gene's cheek before she let her go and stepped back.
"You look well! How have you been?"

2. If you didn't want to hug, you could just phase through her!
3. Wait no why was she keeping count anyways

"It looks absolutely darling!" The witch cooed as she reached out a tentative hand to brush lightly against the shorn locks. It was so brave and daring to cut ones hair! Especially when it had been so long previously.
The hand retracts back to cup the witch's face, her thumb carefully brushing back to touch her own hair. Never, ever, ever could she ever consider cutting her curls. It was just not possible! Which naturally meant she silently gave Gene all the praise in the world in the form of an adoring gaze because she possessed the strength and bravery to do such.
As for all the ghoul's other activities, the witch clapped her hands gleefully and bounced up and down.
"A date?! With who? Did it go well? Ah! You have to tell me all about it! And you're going to have a cafe with Xiu!? That'ssocoolyouhavetotellmeeverythinggggggg!!!"

The witch bounced around, quickly snatching up her own bags before she hustled over to Gene and did her best to link arms, which proved more difficult with shopping bags on one's arms.
"Mort and I are really well!" As well as anyone tainted with Insanity really can be... "Oh, no! Ha, the flowers err... You know that... Funny Trance thing Medea put us under? In that world I was a flourist and I just... Kind of missed being surrounded by flowers..." It felt odd to admit that out loud, so the witch let her gaze drop. Perhaps it was silly to feel foolish over it, for Gene had been there too. The witch had caught sight of her in the tent, but had not found her in that other world. But surely she'd had a different life there, surely she understood what it was like to still hold the memories of an entire life in one's head even after the dream was done. "I'm sure if I mentioned it Mort would bring me flowers... But that's very kind of you." Actually, she hadn't mentioned it and he had still brought her flowers. Granted, it was because he'd messed up, but the sentiment was still the same.
"Are you hungry? Thirsty? We should chat and catch up!"

It was a massive delight to see the ghoul blush, however small, and the witch was equally delighted to feel all happy and floaty inside. At least, she did until Gene's face showcased, in a small manner, her disdain for Medea. Or was that distrust? Those two emotions were so close together that Belladonna couldn't be sure. She did almost drop the subject, but she was a curious thing, and even more than that she was interested in questions and answers that Mort was a bit too biased to give. So with a tilt of her head the witch looked at Gene as though she were thinking the whole thing over too.
"Odd adventure, that was... It all turned out for the best, though Hecate alive I was worried over Mort... But... Medea is such a mysterious little thing... Don't you agree?"
Ie; even though it was clear Gene didn't want to, Belladonna really wanted to have this conversation.

As for food, her eyes got wider the moment the word 'crepes' was uttered and for a second she looked a bit wild before her expression changed to one of excitement.
"I need a crepe. I need a crepe really, really badly." For absolutely no other reason than it was sugary and sweet and would be horribly delicious.
With a happy gasp and a sudden clap her hands, the witch bounced up and down and gleefully pronounced, "Crepes and catch up!"
Oh, she was clever, indeed!

Vastly pleased by this decision, the witch skipped merrily after Gene, totally shoving down any thoughts she might have over having pushed the ghost into a conversation she didn't really want to have. It would be one thing if these types of things happened more often than they did, but it was very rare that Belladonna got to hear anyone speak of Medea in anything but glowing terms of endearment, or at least admiration and respect. It was one thing to hear it occasionally, but when it was a disorienting constant juxtaposed with how her actions lined up, the phenomenon was odd to say the least.
But crepes came first and the witch chirped her order to the worker, something with lots of chocolate and strawberries and whipped cream that she happily took with a tiny squeal. Then she was off to the table where her bags were hastily dumped into an empty chair and her crepe was unceremoniously bitten into. A moment of silence was devoted to the sugary goodness of the treat before the witch turned wide eyes to Gene and listened.
To exactly the kind of thing the witch had almost always felt toward Medea. It wasn't until recently that she'd begun to doubt her negative convictions toward the Priestess, but it was still nice to hear it from someone else.

"Doesn't she always have something murderous hidden in her cloak?" Belladonna asked with no kindness in her voice. "Was that... When everyone rescued the kidnapped students?" At least, they had hoped to rescue the kidnapped students. Not everyone had been so lucky...