Bridget cleared her throat, attracting their attention.
"Melvin may be fine with just thinking of you as 'the witch', but I am curious as to whether you have an actual name or not," Bridget said, stepping to Melvin's side. The witch held a finger against her chin and tapped it a moment as if in deep thought.
"You can call me Morgan... this week," she said finally.
"Short for Morgan le Fey, I presume?" Bridget replied in a tired voice, raising her eyebrows. The witch's playful attitude wasn't cutting the mustard as far as Bridget was concerned. She had some considerable doubts that the dark-haired woman was everything she claimed to be.
"Sure, if that floats your boat or wets your panties or what the shit ever," the witch said, swiveled on her heels, and headed towards a back room. Throwing a glance over her shoulder, she said with a wide grin, "Follow me."