Beatrice/Freddie/Ellie/Open
Only a little of the ink got onto Ellie's fingers before she vanished the tube. She wrinkled her nose at the ink—that was the kind of detail that would give away their attempts to dodge the blame on this one, and also the kind of basic Craft that she was still, even after all her practice, absolutely awful at. It wasn't her fault, Jaenelle had never been able to get the knack of it when she'd worn the Black, or Ebony, either. She'd probably do something awful if she even tried, like remove the dye from their clothes while leaving the ink completely untouched.
That distracted her enough that she didn't even notice their aunt until Freddie said something. Ellie's head jerked up, then, eyes fixing on her immediately. "Aunt Bea! Glad you dropped by."
Inky fingers forgotten, she grabbed Freddie by the wrist and started tugging him toward Bea's end of the table. It was a shame that they hadn't gotten around to the glitter first, but she had a feeling they might be able to convince their aunt to keep quiet about their harmless little prank if they went back to it afterward. Honestly! For the two of them, it was barely even worth mentioning. They could have done much worse, or better depending on your perspective, they were showing a remarkable amount of restraint and maturity.
You know. For two adults who were planning on spending the day laughing at people with funny colored teeth.
Her grin, when she reached their aunt, was remarkably similar to Freddie's. They'd practiced that, obviously, just like they had the ought-to-be patented Morgan Twin Stare. Honestly, at this point? It was anyone's guess which twin any given expression had started with. The important part was how nervous they made people who were well enough acquainted with the two of them to know that it never meant they were up to anything good. "Have a good trip?"
Absently, she reached to untwist the chain that held the Jewel she wore around her neck almost constantly, these days. The flare of power from it was as reassuring as the familiar gesture itself. Aunt Bea's stories were always the best; Ellie hoped she stuck around long enough, this time, to get plenty of them out of her.