Re: Kitsch
Lorna understood what Gael had been saying, or at least, this Lorna understood. "I had a slightly different experience," she told the younger woman with a look of scandal across her face. "I was a bit boy crazy in school. Then a bit Alex Summers crazy, and then just regular crazy," Polaris explained with a well timed eye twitch. "Thankfully, I found my weirdo," she said with more love in her voice than she'd intended. "Oh, is he cute? I missed him at the manor the other day. Dom had some choice words but his ego is fragile..." Lorna was cut off by the arrival of her weirdo and could only chuckle to herself when the lettuce slid down his face. Of course, the laugh turned into a scream as Morgan picked her up and tossed her onto the sofa. "No!" she yelled from underneath Morgan, then Gael. "Never! And if you kill me I'll only return in a hundred years to punish your ancestors," she promised then licked the dressing from Morgan's cheek. "Oh, you taste good mortal boy!"
"Are we stoning witches?" Conlan asked when he appeared from the flat's hallway and witnessed the sight unfolding on his sofa. "Good work, brother Morgan," he cheered on his actual brother, but took the moment to dip into the kitchen and see what these witches had been so guilty of. "Oh, certainly devil's work in here," he shouted back toward Morgan, his mouth clearly full of food. "I can feel me soul bein' taken just by nearness to it." Bite. Chew. Chew. Chew.