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Thea entered from the direction of upstairs. She looked much better today, her cheeks were glowing, her hair was shiny and she was inclined to be nice to everyone, even a certain Frenchman. She stepped up to the bar and after a small hesitation asked for several things, none of which were exactly ordinary. Then she sat down in a booth and laid them out in front of her, scribbling hastily in a notebook.

Why not ask her what one does with an chunk of Celestite, some salt and a bowl of water?

[OOC: Note that I have installed a new icon because I have far too many to keep just one on for long. Feel free to bother, in fact it is positively encouraged.]

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[kitchen_maid]

[ooc: sure, but I've never done that before, so how exactly does it work? =)]

"I've never met a witch before," says the Ordinary Princess. "I did meet a girl who was rather insistant that she was not a witch, though." She turns her attention back to the problem of the door. "Is there anyone here who can help you get your door back? I've met some very magical people -- Al made Simon Perryvall out of an acorn shell."

The extremely small grey squirrel fluff his tail and chatters at Thea.

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"I've asked. Apparently you just have to wait, but I'm not so sure."

Stubborn, stubborn girl.

[kitchen_maid]

The Ordinary Princess is not fond of just waiting. If she were, she'd be married by now.

"I'm sorry, I wish there were something I could do to help," she says. She produces a small, slightly squashed and slightly stale cake from her apron pocket and breaks it in half. "Would you like some?" she offers.