wicca2: Oh yeah, then we could all get on our broomsticks and fly around on our broomsticks
wicca1: You know certain stereotypes are not very empowering.
TARA: I think that
wicca2: One person's energy can suck the power from an entire circle. no offence
TARA: Well, m-maybe we could uh.
wicca2: Yeah, Tara. Guys� Quiet. Do you have a suggestion?
Tara just shakes her head and looks down, but then she looks at Willow.
Exhausted, Willow stops. It's too big. Tara sits by Willow and slips her hand into Willow's. Fingers intertwining.
Willow looks up at Tara.
A beat.
As one, they turn to the soda machine. It flies back into the door like a cannonball. Willow looks at it, at Tara. She doesn't let go of her hand.
TARA: Always, I mean, since I um, was little ... my, my mom used to. She um, she had a lot of power, like you.
WILLOW: Oh I'm not ... I don't have much in the way of power. Really, I mean most of my potions come out, soup. Besides ... spells going awry, friends in danger ... I'm definitely nothing special.
TARA: No, you are.
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