As soon as she had signed off of AIM, Ita had rushed down to the kitchen with her kitchen witch book and found all the ingredients for a batch of good luck cookies. Soon as they were done, she bundled them up in a pretty kerchief - yellow for sunshine - and headed up to Fisher's room.

Knocking, she called out, "Fisher!" Unlike him, she didn't think twice about their odd pairing as friends. He was a person, she was a person, what was the problem? And today, she totally needed retail therapy. Because in the next couple days she'd have to talk to Kin. Which would be horrendous.