The witch tipped her cauldron, pouring out her familiar, who snorted indignantly as he plopped onto the floor.

"One of these days you're going to end up covered in ingredients and then I'll have to wash you like a babe."

He narrowed his eyes and scoffed.

"You'd prefer I go ahead and make cat soup?"

He hissed, pawing at the cauldron.

"Alright, If you can bring me ten troll whiskers, I'll get you your own cauldron to sleep in."

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