"Are you done yet?" Kier fidgeted impatiently standing behind Ina.
"Are you done yet?" returned Ina as she tended to two boiling concoctions in small, black pots on her work table.
"I am. I know I am. You cannot confuse me, Witch."
"I can cook you, though." Ina checked her impulse to slam her fist on the table and turned to look directly at Kier's eyes. She liked them so much she smiled. But she noticed immediately and turned it into a smirk. "And then throw you away, 'cause I don't eat people."
Kier's head trembled and he clenched his fists. He turned towards the door, but sighed to calm himself. "That would be wasteful. Which is even worse than being a Witch."