Not just cool but really cool. As much as Willow’s ego might have loved to inflate had it belonged to anybody else - it didn’t. That and she had this recollection of her sister telling her this girl was like an alien and watched them like the television. There was something about a Teen Mom comparison that just was never quite going to leave the witch’s thoughts. Still, for as much as someone’s Big Brother might be watching? It was kind of flattering that someone thought you were cool. Even if she had no idea why. Sure, she guessed she could see the appeal of being a Bohinen - it was one hundred percent true that they had awesome genes - but that was from a seriously biased point of view. “At least hugs were involved and not, say, firearms,” she threw in with a shrug and a careless smile. “Neither owners nor co-owners of businesses tend to take well to those.” Well, okay, nobody did really. But now that she had said it Willow was having a serious problem even mentally placing a gun in this girl’s hands. Her own? Easy. Star’s? Hell no. “People on their own at home definitely don’t...”
“You say that like you don’t,” Willow commented, momentarily distracted by the rune she had been rubbing, which she then held up as though she meant to compare it to Star’s face somehow. Which was more or less what she was doing. Well, comparing it to Star in general, anyway. She just had this feeling... It was bizarre how the other woman - girl? fairy? - could exude such a sense of having gotten lost on her way back to Neverland. An alien, Venus had said. She was like an alien. From Neverland. With a glowstick obsession. “Glowsticks rock, I cannot deny that. But when it’s dark out you’re better off with a flashlight; the glowsticks make it easier for other people to see you rather than the other way round.” She could have launched into an explanation about high-visibility jackets, but something told her that wouldn’t do anyone much good right now and Star actually seemed to have not expected her to know she was around at all. “Yeah, Venus texted. It would be grossly unfair of her to keep you a secret. It’s the sister-rule. And anyway,” she pressed two fingers to her right temple like a gun, “there’s always the psychic.”
‘Are you certain you are not from Neverland?’ Haze’s tail flicked as she inched closer, still perplexed by Star’s scent. ‘You smell like--’ A beat. ‘I do not know, actually.’
“Tinkerbell?” Willow supplied cheerfully. “Haze, watch that kid for me? He’s a genius with childproof bottles.” Seriously, all Many Paths needed was one stupid parent to complain because their delinquent child prodigy had swallowed the contents of something labelled toxic.