"I brought everything over..."
Jiang Han repeated it, her eyes widening as she looked Dinesha over.
Today, the Ghost Witches' chief wore a lovely long black dress of hollowed lace, a large black wide-brimmed floppy ladies' hat on her head, black soft boots on her legs. She carried a folded parasol in her left hand and a very vintage black wooden suitcase in her right.
Jiang Han tilted her head, hopped forward a step, then rose onto her tiptoes, trying to look past Dinesha.
"What are you doing?"
It was already a burden on Dinesha that she had held out this long before asking.
With a look of distaste, she reached out to push Jiang Han's face aside.
"Meow-ow!"
Jiang Han nimbly leaped back, came to a comical heel-toe stop, and spread her hands to either side in a [Hail the Sun] pose.
"Checking whether you brought an undead legion along behind you."
Dinesha froze for a moment.
"We're witches."
"Heh!"
Jiang Han looked at the wooden suitcase in her right hand.
"So you used spatial expansion?"
"Stop obsessing over spatial expansion. That's too magical."
It had to be said, watching a ghost-type witch frown and say, "That's too magical," was quite an experience.
Giving her guest every courtesy, Jiang Han lifted her chin.
"Now that you're here, would you like something to drink?"
She blinked.
"The kind of fine wine only witches like Eileen, Anjie, and Kraken get to enjoy."
Storm Giant Cat shipping was more reliable than dragon shipping, but weren't the goods the kitties saved from reasonable loss allowances simply the cats' own? It was like giving an alchemist a budget for three portions of materials—if they succeeded on the first try, they could skim off the other two portions!
Dinesha nodded.
"I want the best Green