“What?” Ina put aside the jar.

“You’re a witch.” Kier bolted to the door. “A flesh eating witch.”

Medes stared at the door for a moment, where Kier had disappeared as he ran away. “I do not believe it,” he said, then turned to Ina. “I am really, really sorry about that.”

“It’s-fine.” Ina lowered her head and turned away. “We’ve ah... my kind have earned that reputation.”

“It hasn’t been heard of since the fall of the Druids,” said Medes. “It is completely backwards of him to react like that.”

In the distance, Kier’s voice came in a panicked shout.

“Man-bacon is your smell of love.”