“he may treat medea like a child, but not me.”

I’M AN ADULT!! I HAVE NIECES!! I HAVE NEPHEWS!!

the queen of witches, being fed like an infant... circe was drowning in embarrassment. she swallows down the porridge, eyes shifting to the side. “i’m not hungry anymore it’s--” a pause, and her face grows even redder. feeding her was one thing, but dabbing at the corners of her mouth? she stands up, brows knitting together in what could be deemed as irritation. “o-okay okay! i-- i give up! i’m... embarassed! i’m not a child! if you’re going to feed anyone, go feed abigail... or jack!”

“--!! w-wait.. feed..... me?!” at least, that’s what she got from his gestures. the caster’s face shot a bright pink; feeding men, indulging them, it was pretty much the norm for her... but vice versa? “-- e-er... sure? uhm... alright.” awkwardly, she opens her mouth. 

“do you want to feed yourself?”, she inquires of his gesture, head tilting just slightly before handing him the spoon. “it’s not extremely hot, but i’ll blow on it for you... for good measure.”

her hand remains frozen, spoon still held firm.-- well this was quite the conundrum wasn’t it? she inspects the hessian for a moment. “... can i pour this down your uhh... neck... hole?” not that he even had a neck to begin with. “.... pour it down your.... shirt?”

“open up for your daily dose of kykeon!~”

*they’ve learned their lesson. she will retract her staff.... for now.*

I DON’T CARE ABOUT POLITENESS! MA’AM IS FOR OLD WOMEN!

MASTER.. DID YOU JUST CALL ME..... MA’AM?

“no, but most of my customers have a tendency to never leave my side... because of my delicious meals and all that, of course.” and not because she turned them into cute little piggies, not that whatsoever.