“—— Um, hey? So this is sort of embarrassing, but I’m stuck…” Anyone else would have been mortified by the predicament she was in, but Fee only grinned, her head on one side of the fence while the rest of her body remained firmly fixed on the other side, arse-up as she tried to wiggle her way to freedom. “I don’t really wanna get into the whys and wherefores. There was a miscalculation and now my head is kinda lodged. I mean, shit. I know I can be big-headed and all, but this takes the biscuit, right?”
“—— I summoned you here for A REASON: one reason only,” said Fee, slowly circling the frayed hem of her grandmother’s old rug. Her sharp blue eyes remained locked on the one trapped upon it, surrounded by an assortment of crystals and chalk-drawn sigils interspersed by vanilla-scented tea-lights. “… Tell me, how are you at OPENING JARS?” She really didn’t want to set the place up again to get into the pickle jar.