verdant eyes rolled at the snarky remark made by her half-sister. of course she knew what an apple was. she was a witch – she wasn’t DAFT. however, she always hated how red & sweet they were – green apples were better. so instead, she simply sneered at how ridiculous her response was. technology was never her forte; zelena struggled with using the remote control and the basics of going back-and-forth between the two channels ( apparently, that was what it was called ). spoon dipping into her mint chocolate chip ice cream whilst idly, she took another spoonful into her mouth — she merely raised a brow in confusion.  “ — channels? what… what is that? ”

she returns her sister’s eye roll with one of her own, hand grabbing the remote, pressing the button so helpfully labeled, “GUIDE” before handing it back to her sister.   ‘   use the arrows. i have a really good cable package.   ’   warm chocolate irises move side to side as they read the information on the screen before a manicured finger extends to point excitedly at one of the titles. she manages to keep her voice steady and mask her enthusiasm.   ‘   not that i want to give you any ideas on creative ways to murder me in my sleep,   ’   a dark brow is risen, lips pursing for a moment before she continues.   ‘   two - forty - three has plenty of crime documentaries that you might find interesting.   ’   not like she would know. she’s only binged hundreds of hours worth of them.