For a moment... well, at least long enough for Willow to lift her face up away from her previous (current) source of fascination, the psychic pulled her attention to her mother and the question she had been asked. Tea. Tea. Did she want tea? It wasn’t a question she had to dwell on for very long because just the idea of a cup of tea right now made her feel decidedly more warm and fuzzy than she had done a moment ago. “Ohh, yes, please.” She flashed her mother a grateful smile just for asking. Also for using a kettle that needed a stove and not electricity. There seemed to be something better about tea heated on the stove. Flicking her Willow-scales (either weirdly-enchanted or accidentally-enchanted, she didn’t think she’d ever find out), she watched them very stubbornly refuse to find any kind of equilibrium. Instead the right hand side was stuck high in the air. The more she poked at them, the harder they were to budge. So she stubbed her finger against the counter rather sullenly. “When is it a good time to call your friend to tell them how bad you feel that their loved ones are… indisposed?” This being the same friend whose element went and switched on him. Reggie’s life was just a little out of balance. Yeah, she needed to say that again, out loud. “Reggie needs balance, but I don’t dare meddle. I just can’t believe that whatever’s going on might actually be balance.”
‘What if it is?’
Arching her eyebrow at Haze, Willow simply stated, “Stop giving Moll that look.” Really, she could do without her familiar indirectly killing her mother. One bounce on the balls of her feet and she found her mostly-usual self again, fiddling with her necklace. “Need any help?” Okay, so tea wasn’t exactly a chore, but she knew she would end up going into work today. Knew she would. It didn’t matter if it would probably turn out to be bad for her health, it just wasn’t in Willow’s nature to leave this sort of thing alone. If she didn’t have work she would have run herself right over to Reggie’s with or without an invitation. Until she left the house, though? She was going to pretend that this was any other day. And since it was any other day her scales wouldn’t be down here… so it would be fine to cover them with a tea towel, right? Right. Completely.