Sniiiiiiiiiff.

That was some good child. Top shelf stuff probably. Good genes that would make the stew especially scrumptious. What was the first girl going on about? Could she not see she was busy? "Lovely shampoo." The hag crooned, moving all the closer to the girl.

"We have no unicorn stands left. Come back later." She told the other girl, needing only one to make a sizable meal. This one was older than her usual meal, the meat likely tougher. A stew would do nicely. "Would you like to come in for some tea, dear?" She asked, now tugging the girl by her hair.

"Inside my caravan." Come along.