Solving Problems with Silver

The Archbishop had gotten out of her seat and she looked about ready to... charge toward him. 

That she was so... excited(?) to see him was... peculiar. 

Tycondrius put on his practiced smile. 

--though it might have been more sincere than his usual. 

"It's good to see you too, Natalya."

"Yo~~~" 

The most powerful Witch in the Realm, Bella Sapphira, waved her arm... exerting an almost insultingly low amount of effort. She did get out of her seat, though. That was polite of her-- and more polite than was necessary. 

"Miss Bella," Tycon nodded.

"Huh," Bella lifted the brim of her cap and adjusted her glasses. "Is... that a new soul, Tycon?"

"...I believe so. How is it?"

"Pretty cool. Any tasty side-effects?"

"None worth mentioning," Tycon shrugged.