"Awww, that's too bad... I always found her sneak attacks interesting. Then again, sleeping all the time does seem rather cat-like, in my experience," Mischa says.
Ellen: *nods* ...I think she's depressed, personally. At least before, she could touch iron without getting burned. Nowadays, it's almost like Kryptonite.
Good, just keep like that... *Circe grabs onto the edge of the pool for support and starts chanting, and soon enough Mischa begins to change~! Chest swelling, hips expanding, hair growing, clothes shifting... Eventually, Mischa has the body of a green-haired maid.* ...And, done.
Ellen: ... *palms her forehead, flailing a bit in the pool before steadying herself* ...Cram it cram it cram it Ellen, it doesn't have to be
targeted at you, does it now...