[If he knew of her train of thought, Henry could only agree... if not by virtue of finding the feeling unfamiliar. It wasn't like this with his other Bond, but it hadn't had the time to deepen like his Bond with Tataru.

If she's going to surrender her palm to him, he rubs his fingers into it with a silly grin. The nuance of Henry smiles is usually quite unfeeling, but silly is something.]

Hey, now you're thinking! Not that I have a single clue how to start. But we're two Witches. May as well start brewing up some brews to go with your stews! ...Aaaand then we can focus on hallucinogenic mushrooms, and wacky potions, so on, so on...

[Henry has even higher ambitions than alcoholic, apparently.]