Blackbeak Bluff hot ocean milk with dead animal croutons

for a split second the curtain slips and with it witchbaby's trademark grin. pay no attention to the broken-hearted behind the mask - it's only a second and her expression is back to normal, even if it doesn't quite reach her eyes. ah, she'd told furi about her girl, hadn't she? not the poor angelette's fault - she wouldn't know -- the starlet twists internally and sighs, taking on a dramatically woeful edge. 

"we've since parted," the scarlet witch says, tragic, tragic. "or rather she parted an' left me behind all alone," she sighs, lashes fluttering, "but i ain't gonna sit around dyin' of consumption, y'know -- plenty of beautiful girls in the sea." before she'd met kinkajuú - before juú'd stolen her heart, her soul, her future - she'd not even known she preferred the company of women, and so - in a way, isn't this an opportunity? a chance to sow her oats a little? oh, weetzie wouldn't approve, but he doesn't approve of anything, and it's never stopped her before.