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"What did you say?"
"I said that's a massive fuckoff crown, and it looks real, and I wanna know where you got it. Why, did you steal it?"
"I - no, you... shouldn't be able to see it at all."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
El takes stock. The illusion she's been casting over the Supreme Witch Crown so she can go to market without weirding any mortals out seems unbroken. It's just that this stranger is apparently able to look right through the mist and question it. "I... guess it means you're special?"
"Oh, I always wanted a magical destiny!"