Nancy grinned at the dog, content to keep petting her and scratching her as the conversation with Lance continued.

Continued in a way that she was. 100% not happy about. Because the next thing that came out of her mouth was this: "Interesting, not necessarily good." Hoping to shut herself up, Nancy dove into a bite of chocolate cake, but even that could not contain the curse. "I know; I'm a witch."

Someone kill her now.