Isabella froze for a beat. The air in the room seemed to still as her jaw clenched.
"Gosh, fine," she muttered, dragging her palm down her face. "But I'm still so fucking mad at you."
Bubu twirled smugly in the air, her misty form practically glowing from satisfaction.
"Yeah right," Bubu muttered under her breath with the exhausted flair of someone burdened by a dramatic destiny, "I won't stop until you start cultivating—mark my words, I'll haunt your soup, I'll whisper in your dreams, I'll tattoo it on your forehead if I have to."
Isabella's head snapped up.
"What did you just say?" she asked, voice sharp as a sword drawn halfway.
Bubu froze mid-spin and immediately replaced her mouth with the fakest smile Isabella had ever seen. "Nothing~"
"You little parasite," Isabella growled, eyes narrowing.
"Anyway!" Bubu sang, twirling like she hadn't just been caught red-handed. "So yes! I know the ways you can save Shelia."
