"Heavens, there is nothing worse than boredom. Idle hands, you know what they say." The longer she spent in Cold's presence, the younger Baba Yaga might continue to look, rather than the reverse.
She caught the movement of Pscipolnitsa skulking around in her periphery vision, but she kept smiling with Cold as if the disgruntled spirit-demon weren't making a conscious effort to stay corporeal in the background. "Do come by the tea house then. You will find the patrons, mmm..." She paused. ".. fairly akin to those gathering at present." Indeed, Gorynich Tea was a haunt of local beasties and otherwise morally deviant, forgotten dark things.
"And what of this gathering, this game?" She smiled darkly, amusement lighting her eyes.