Chapter 83: Steaming up a Bunny
Inside the cozy, leafy sanctuary of the witches’ cottage, the team lounges like happy puddles after a feast. They’re sprawled across mossy couches, curled on flower-shaped beanbags, and melting into soft, vine-woven cushions.
Everyone looks full. Full of food, full of tea... and full of secondhand post-coital radiation.
The eldest witch slinks into the room, graceful despite the exhaustion that trails behind her like faint fog. She carries a tray of fragrant herbal tea and hands out steaming cups with a knowing smile. Her middle sister is still snoring on a couch, mouth open, leaking drool, one leg twitching occasionally like a happily dreaming dog.
Penelo yawns mid-sip. "So... should we go check on Pip and the youngest witch, yet or—?"
Zora stretches, his shirt undone, wine-stained, and dramatically draped over the arm of a lounge chair. "Oh, I’ll volunteer. Purely out of an abundance of caution, of course."
Sera snorts and yanks his collar. "Let the golden boy do his thing. He hasn’t beeped for help, has he?"
Vuvi, curled up in the corner with her ever-present flask, nods sagely. "He’s fiiiiine. Watch this."
She raises her fingers, waits a moment, then snaps.
Right on cue, a squeal of bliss echoes down the hallway. Long, high-pitched, and ending in a delighted gasp.
Everyone freezes.
Then erupts into laughter.
Veena facepalms. "I don’t know whether to be impressed or worried."