[PQ] out with the old, in with the oldest

i can make the badguys good for a weekend

"Eww, definitely. Good eye." The priestess agreed, not minding Maea's firey approach at all. She was absolutely right that it was easier to sweep out ashes than to haul the rug out, and honestly, Charlie was more than happy to see the old not just thrown into a heap outside, but destroyed.

"Tits?" Eyebrows raised, Charlie looks in Danta's direction before she too sees the little statuette. Had it not been of Safrin she might have suggested that he keep it, but that he'd opted to smash it inside made her pleased as punch.

Skipping around the room, Charlie places her fingers on the items that Maea and Asta had hauled partially into the haul. "Bippity—" A bit of disintegration magic had the bookshelves vanishing in a cloud of dust. "—boppity—" So too went the drafting table. "Boo!" Tickling her fingers up one of Asta's arms, of course nothing at all happened save for the laugh that left the little ancient's lips.

"Thank you all so much. I think I can take it from here, but I can't wait to show you what I have planned!" So saying she blew kisses to each of them before turning back to find a broom.

~FIN <3

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