For all that Tilda knew if any of the staff walked in on them, they’d see their master amongst a pile of skirts and frizzy red hair with Eugene in the center. It was certainly the fatigue from her time abroad that caused her to shed more than a few tears, but she hardly cared. The witch swiped at her cheeks to clear her vision in order to look at the ring clearly. Her jaw dropped. Though it was her first time seeing it, she recognized it quite clearly — he’d managed to take the vivid blue of the Hebridiean Sea and bottle it up into a gem. “Yes, I would love it.” She managed to get out, almost reverently as she held her hand out for him to put it on. Even though it was clearly blue, it was easy to see how it held plenty other colors; greens, pinks, purples.

A thought suddenly struck her as she stared at it, somewhat mesmerized. “How did you keep it away from Ginger and the others?” There was no way that this likely hadn’t been stolen at least once by her favorite little creature. Her eyes darted about around the office as she now just realized that the little tyrant was no where to be found.

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