How bad can it be

Wednesday followed after him without complaint. She still seemed a little tense as she walked, in contrast to Sazz's more obviously cheery attitude, but it was mostly her own awkwardness rather than any particular discomfort caused by him. They were just hanging out like regular kids, she had to learn how to feel comfortable with that eventually, she told herself.

She ordered a chocolate milkshake for herself once they arrived, feeling like something sweet for today, before sitting across from him. She peered over his notes while he talked, the contents all felt familiar enough to her. She'd spent years learning magic before arriving here after all, so none of it was particularly new.

“Hmm…I guess you uh, know your stuff then.” She said, giving him a small, approving smile. “Where’d you learn all this? Did you do much study before coming to the island as well?”

She still didn’t want to elaborate on the nature of her problem, but magic was something she felt comfortable discussing. It made conversation easier with a topic she was well versed in.

"Uh, something like that." She said, running a hand through her hair. "I wouldn't go as far as to say I'm an heiress. I was um, adopted into the family. But...yeah, it's a family that comes from a long line of witches, so I grew up with plenty of magic.

The issue was, of course, a little more complicated. Wednesday couldn't even say her family name, giving that out could give people hints into learning her name in full, and that's not something she wanted people knowing.

The fact that almost all of her family were dead weighed on her a little more than that, however.

"S-so uh, what about your family?" She quickly asked, perhaps a little too eager to move the subject away from herself. "You keep saying you're a demon lord. Do you um, come from any particular hell?"

As a witch, Wednesday had a passing familiarity with cosmology and the various planes where demons came from. She'd even summoned a few with her family, though speaking casually to one like this hadn't happened until she came to the island.

She sipped her drink as he spoke, holding the cup in both hands, head tilted slightly to the side, inquisitive. Once he finished Wednesday observed him with a thoughtful expression.

“I see…” She said. “That must um, be strange for you, yeah. I never knew my real parents, so I’ve never really felt a connection to them or another place like that.”

Wednesday did feel curious sometimes, wondering what her birth parents were like, but it was never something she seriously dug into before. Plus, it wasn’t something she really had the time to worry about now, given her situation.

“…Have you um, ever thought of trying to go back to that hell? Seeing what it’s like there?”

“I…can’t say I know quite enough about the divine to really comment.” She idly rubbed her arm as she spoke. “But I suppose that does make sense.”

Wednesday’s brief musing on the afterlife were interrupted once Sazz started playing with his eyebrows. Somehow, she couldn’t help but have a small chuckle at it.

“You’re uh, pretty particular about your appearance, aren’t you?” She said with a wry smile. Wednesday kinda stood out by herself, thanks to her green skin, so she didn’t put much effort into her appearance other than at least looking neat. Sazz’s seeming care was amusing to her.

If nothing else, she was looking a little more relaxed now, compared to how she was when they ran into each other.

Wednesday took a moment to take another sip from her drink, before sitting it back down on the table with a simple smile.

“Well uh, I told you before that I’m a witch, raised by witches. I can do a lot with magic, provided I have time to prepare. Although uh, I can’t really do big stuff on command like a lot of people on the island.”

She tapped a finger against the table for a moment, considering something, before looking back down to her milkshake. It’d been starting to warm a little, so she figured it would be a good opportunity to show something she could do.

“Um, my family also specialised in this symbol magic, which is something I can show a little easier.”

She put her finger against the cup and started to trace along the plastic, leaving a glowing magic trail in its wake. She quickly drew a few small shapes against it, before tapping the completed symbol. Soon after, a new layer of condensation formed around the cup as the temperature of its contents dropped. She picked the cup back up and took another sip.

“So um, yeah. That’s the basic explanation.”