Betsy was not a baker simply for the sake of paying her way in the world. She considered a day in which she didn't get blasted in the face by hot air as she plucked something from the oven at just the right moment an entirely wasted one and despite her professional situation being everything she had wanted it to be she was not above looking for opportunities wherever they presented themselves. And so, armed with a fresh batch of her newest invention - which, as Le pointed out, bore a striking resemblance to jam tarts but were most emphatically not in Betsy's opinion - she had been scouting for somewhere she could be a little more experimental. 

As it turned out Madame Lévesque had been after something considerably more experimental being used as filling than her combination of pear jam and ginger and after a truly terrifying conversation Betsy had excused herself and left the shop, cheeks burning and half-convinced she had dreamed the last ten minutes. She had thought herself relatively worldly, certainly not an innocent at any rate, but all the same...

Behind her she heard a door open and, convinced she was being followed by the woman inside and would never be seen again if she was caught, Betsy panicked and shot towards the first person she saw and linked her arm through his, whispering desperately: 

"Please pretend you know me. I'm ever so worried she's going to follow me home!"

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MJ is a beautiful wizard