[ She recoils from the cage, not exactly a fan of magical creatures at the best of times and especially not one that's next to her face and hissing at her. And honestly she doesn't appreciate the implication that she can't handle herself around something the size of her hand... but she's retrieved her cauldron by this point, and one look at the gunk still crusted around its rim is enough to decide her. ]
If this don't work, you'll be the one owning up to it. Understood?
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If this don't work, you'll be the one owning up to it. Understood?