The witch completed the spell for the maiden and they both smiled. The process had gone perfectly.

“Do I have to give you my first born?” the maiden asked, biting her lip. it hardly mattered, she had no plans for children.

“What? No. I hate that old legend, it was started by some monarch or other as anti-witch propaganda.” The witch picked up the maiden’s sandwich and took a large bite. “You have to give me your first bite of your meal whenever I’m hungry.” She returned the sandwich.

The maiden eyed the bite mark, “I can eat the rest?”

The witch sipped the maiden’s soda pop, a small Moonlight Berry Blue Brew. “Yes, of course.”

“But when I eat the part you bit, isn’t that a bit liked we kissed?”

Their eyes met and a busy world went silent, grew calm and still.

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