As the witch took her time to brew the cups of tea, Dante and his group were confused by the warm reception they received.
Gazing around the small shack from their seats on the couch, there wasn't anything that looked suspicious or out of place.
Even Megan expected to see one or two large cauldrons with a bubbling green substance inside—an idea that she got from watching too many movies.
When the woman served the tea cups to the group, she sat on the seat in front of them and took a sip of her cup before fixing her eyes on Dante.
Megan grasped the hot cup in her hands, and while she wasn't a fan of tea, she could still recognize the smell of certain tea bags. However, she couldn't figure out what kind of herb was used for her tea.
It had a sweet aroma with a hint of wood, and as she wondered in silence without drinking, Baba-Yaga spoke up to get rid of any doubts.
"It's peach tea, dear. Don't let it get too cold…" She said, taking another sip from her cup.
