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Whereas Kettil was contentedly out in the yard doing handstands and generally being jolly, Belladonna was in her room hopping from sewing machine to closet and fretting quite a lot. A dress lay half completed, one seam still unfinished underneath the needle in the sewing machine as the witch bounded from place to place. One hand had wrapped around a curl of hair and had begun to worry it as she hustled about, so that by the time she finally decided on a course of action, she had to stop and brush the frazzled red strands back into some semblance of normalcy.
Since there was no one in the room with her (an oddly rare occurrence as of late as usually at least Mort was in the room, and if not him then the witch's cat Binx), Belladonna did not feel the need to announce her intention as she pulled on a less ostentatious skirt than normal, tossed a collared shrug onto her shoulders and grabbed her broom from the closet.
...Oh who was she kidding.
"I am off to the maul for a bit more lace and thread and perhaps some tulle for this outfit. If anyone should need me... There you go."
A small pile of various Treat and Tarts that napped on the couch rustled their wings at her, one even going so far as to open its eyes to blink at her. But it was nap time so they only continued to snooze.

With a tiny 'hmph', the witch opened her window and hopped out into the air. It was an easy maneuver she'd ton a number of times so that she hadn't fallen even a foot before she was on the broom, hovering above the yard and trying to reach the window to close it most of the way. At least until a spot of purple was noticed.
Curious as ever, Belladonna flew out from the building, much slower than normal to inspect the person on the yard below. After a few moments of careful consideration she grinned widely and pushed the broom forward and down, nearly zooming to the ground. A few feet before she would have collided with the grass she paused, hovering as she sidled up next to the Reaper doing handstands.
"Well, look at you. Practicing to join a circus?" She asked of Kettil, leaning down on her broom to tilt her head in hopes of viewing him from an upside down angle similar to the one he was currently affecting with his handstand.

The reply and wink make her laugh, bright and sudden, so that she had to sit up on the broom to let the sound out. Perhaps what Kettil replied with could be called flirting, but the witch was not the kind of ghoul to see it as such. After all, it was so much fun to be so carefree and silly that she could not help but flirt back.
"Of course! I would miss you far too much not to see your every performance!" In mimic of his action she winked back, but smiled brightly at him. Now that she had his attention, Belladonna pulled back on her broom to give him some space, adding another foot of air between her and the ground just as Kettil asked his punny question.
Not used to such she paused with a few blinks, letting it process before she began to laugh again.
"Besides flying? Not much!" Before she could ask him the same back she first had to indulge in a fit of giggles.

With that down she continued to hover, one foot dropped down toward the ground but not close enough to actually touch it.
"How about you? Just doing handstands because you can? Wait, is Endzela around too? Can she do handstands?!" That would be massively impressive.

A hand rose off the broom stick to point at the long curls the witch possessed in a vast quantity. "Look for my hair." She instructed solemnly before she could not hold the charade and burst into another fit of giggles. Dul-oo-si was just too funny!
The arch of his feet mildly worried her (didn't that hurt his back?!), but she only swung out and rose a bit higher to give him room should he find his balance less than perfectly stable. Handstands looked awfully hard to do, but perhaps they were easier when one's body was not so curving. Certainly being a strong boil helped too! The fall Kettil enacted did make the witch gasp in worry so that she nearly dropped to the ground before he looked up at her with a grin.
With a startled laugh she dropped off the broom and took a seat next to the Reaper, blinking up at the owl that swooped near and tucking her broom by her.
"Good afternoon, Miss Endzela! How are you today?" A hand fluttered at the owl before it moved on to arrange the large floof of skirts and petticoats the witch found herself sitting in.

Once happily arrange she gave Kettil another smile.
"So besides grand displays of how physically fit you are, what are you up to today?" Maybe he wasn't busy, or just trying to kill time between important things to do. Maybe he could go with Belladonna! Keep her company while she ran out! Oh oh ohhhhh! That would be wonderful!