Circe's Manor: Re-re-redux!

[AmbushCat]

*Ellen doesn't say anything further, instead humming Enya's Caribbean Blue softly as she walks.*

[Circe]

*Walking, walking, walking... After a short time, Dana stops in front of a door with a picture of what appears to be a dress on it, which she knocks upon and opens.* Hello?

*Beyond the door is a room filled with all sorts of clothes on racks and hangers. Also in this room is Circe, who is hanging up a purple dress. Hearing Dana and Ellen come in, she looks over to the door curiously.* Hello, Dana and... is that Ellen?

[AmbushCat]

Ellen: *nods* ...A wondrous afternoon to you, too. Did I call at a bad time?

[Circe]

No, not at all. I was just putting something away... *Circe steps away from the racks and comes to the door.* I just wasn't expecting to see you looking like that. You get another aging potion somewhere?

[AmbushCat]

Ellen: ...Yes. *reaches up and taps her forehead pointedly*

[Circe]

Ah... You made one? Impressive...

*Dana, not wanting to interrupt the conversation, quietly slips out of the room.*

[AmbushCat]

Ellen: ...I had help. *rolls up her sleeve, showing her tattoo* ...This grabs potion recipes just as easily as it does incanted spells; I had another large headache after I returned to normal last time.

[Circe]

Uh-huh. That ability of yours just gets more and more useful, doesn't it?

[AmbushCat]

Ellen: ...Wish I could agree.

[Circe]

Well, I guess that headaches would be a bit of a problem...

[AmbushCat]

Ellen: ...It's not that. It's just that there's an upper limit somewhere, and... well, I'd rather not fill it up with spells that I probably won't use.

[Circe]

Ah. That would make it a lot less useful...

[AmbushCat]

Ellen: ...Indeed. I don't think I'll be needing to turn people into maids anytime soon.

[Circe]

...You picked that one up, did you? Sorry.

[AmbushCat]

Ellen: *nods in acceptance* ...Yes. If memory serves, you turned Mischa into one when I was here previously.