"Umm..." Sarah couldn't quite place the other witch's tone, and she put in her order for a slice of the chocolate raspberry mousse cake and a cup of hot chocolate with a slight feeling of trepidation.
A vague, foggy memory of this woman's face paired with a ballet costume floated into Sarah's mind. Oh Merlin. Hallo-bloody-ween. "No, not exactly...well, um...depends on which sin..." she babbled uncontrollably for a few seconds before sputtering into silence.
Thankfully, the cashier asked for her money just then. She paid and turned to the other witch, finding her footing at last. "Let's just say, some sins are more justifiable than others, yes?"
She quirked an eyebrow at the other woman. "I'm Sarah, by the way."