Tara sits and the girls link hands.
TARA: Okay.
Willow closes her eyes and Tara follows suit. They sit there for a few seconds in silence.
TARA: Willow?
WILLOW: Yeah?
TARA: Start out slow doing what?
WILLOW: Oh. We're gonna float the rose. Then use the majiks to pluck the petals off, one at a time. It's a test of synchronicity. Our minds have to be perfectly attuned to work as a single delicate implement.
TARA: Cool.
WILLOW: And it should be very pretty.
TARA: It-it was my grandma's, I think. I found it a long time ago in my attic. (hesitantly) I-I want you to have it.
WILLOW: Oh, no, Tara. Th-that's really sweet. I can't. It's like a family heirloom. I-I just wouldn't feel comfortable.
Tara looks a little hurt and she puts the crystal away. Willow sees this.
WILLOW: But i-if you wanted to try out some spells with it some time, I wouldn't say no.
TARA: (eagerly) Maybe tonight. I mean, if you're not doing something you could. . . come over and we could do something. [smiles]
WILLOW: (sheepishly) A funny thing happened with my prior social engagement. Pretty much ended when a friend of mine went off to do something with another crowd she hangs out with. Irony is kind of ironic that way. (hopefully) Anyway, I know it's late, but I-I thought maybe-- I mean, if you still wanted to . . . do something?
Tara just smiles and opens the door wider to let her inside. She closes the door.
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