Melinda quirked an eyebrow at Bryn having gotten hot before she gulped down her own Potion, wincing at the taste. “Bleargh,” she shuddered and sighed with relief when the worst of the wool in her head began lifting. “I remember some experimental concoctions,” she supplied, trying to piece together the previous evening as well. “And getting chilly at some point, and I think… I think you called me Cupcake?”
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