That witch had been more than a headache for both of them. Gretel didn't exactly have a cruel bone in her body, but she'd've been lying to say she didn't enjoy roasting her ass after what she'd done to him. Took her time about it, too.
"I'm not trying to poison you, Drama Queen," she mused gently, running both hands over his hair for it's meager comforting quality.
"You remember the Christmas breakfast the mayor of Ruffalder gave us after bringing his daughters back from the briar hag?"