He's 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 in a mood.

Someone is certainly living up to his name . . . Another all night bender?

Wraps arms around a Dearly Degenerate's waist, her cheek pressed against his back with a soft smile. "Miss me?"

Speak of the dragon and she appears.

"Mal! Love the dress. One of mine?"

"I knew it. Everything I make it practically with you in mind." The witch smiled, beaming from ear to ear. But not because of her best friend's visit.

"You okay, M?" Brows furrowed in concern, head tilting wit blue locks falling down her shoulder.

Hands were lifted to her shoulders, eyes wide with a hint of fear coursing through them; Mal on a rampage was not were Evie wanted to be. "Wanna talk about it? I have an hour or two free."

"Then how about a spa day!" The witch bounced on her toes, reaching out to wrap an arm around Mal's. "Doug and I found the cutest place."

"Wonderful!" Finally to go to the spa without a mopey dwarf. Evie had slowly begun to mentally prep for the trip, lists being made, with a hum. "It's actually in Charmington. Run by some fabulous little mice"

Definitely a Ben joke; one that the witch had heard far too many times. . . during meetings, of course! "You need time [away] from your husband. . . " The witch snickered, head shaking.

"I feel the same way about Doug. He's [always] hovering these days." Although the witch had a sinking suspicion of 'why'. Instead of dwelling on the thought, Evie slipped her arm around Mal's with a bright smile. "Shall we, your purpleness?"

There was a moment of hesitation; maybe she misheard the fey? Definitely misheard, there was no way Mal could know. Right? "Gonna fly us or shall we go the old-fashion carriage ride to Charmington? Wave to the 'peasants' and such?"