Frederic Chopin felt like he was in trouble.

If this never ending conversation between him and the lazy Witch were to continue, he would surely never finish chopping the 200 pound worth of firewood. Not to mention, he still had to make dinner for 12+ people.

Again, the math did not include the beautiful Witch who was now tapping his knee with the tip of her shoe. Like a cat punching you out of boredom.

"Penny... All problems aside, I appreciate you keeping me company. You must be getting cold by now. You can go back into the house and read something."

"I can't read."

"... How did you graduate as a Witch again?"

"Because everything in this town is written in Polish, Sir Einstein."

"... Frederic Chopin."

"Fine... I get it. I'm nothing but trouble for you. There's no need for you to say it. You see me as nothing but a lazy cat that gets in the way of your mopping."

"................................."

"...D*MN IT! AT LEAST SAY 'NO BABY THAT'S NOT TRUE, I LOVE YOU'!"

"................................."

"VER-DAMMIT!"

The Witch clicked her tongue at her failed offensive. She decided to save face by marching back into the house, through the back kitchen door. But when she put her foot on the threshold... she lingered for some reason.

Like how someone realized they forgot their keys.

"Hmph. I'm mad, Chop-Chop. You ignored my sweet feelings! Even if you call me back by begging and grovelling, I won't look at you. Hmph!"

"......................................."

"... I-I said. I-if you try to beg and grovel before my feet, I-I'll ignore you!"

"......................................."

"...E-even if you try and swoon me w-with honeyed words, I won't listen!!"

"......................................."

"......H... Honeyed Words! ... Honeyed - Words!"

"....................................."

"THE F**K!? ARE YOU A BRICK WALL!?"

"No. I am Polish. (-_-)v"

"GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAG! (>x<)/"

Frederic Chopin smiled, upon seeing a certain Witch Girl pull at her beautiful and blond fluffy hair. She stomped her feet across the back porch of the family parlour, hopping up and down like a mad Irish Jig.

When she felt a cramp in her leg, she decided to end their relationship there.

"I HATE YOU FREDERIC CHO--"

"Penny."

"OH MY GOD, YEESH♥!? (OvO)"

"Could you put the kettle on the stove for me?"

"...............................................................................(O_O).........I STILL HATE--"

"When I'm done my chores. I'll make more Cream Cheese Cookies for you."

".............................H...Huweeehhggg♥...Aaahuuhh♥♥♥..."

On that day, the Composer smiled. 

He will never forget the Witch's beautifully drunk smile on her red face.

[~FIN~]