Status Updates From Wicked by Any Other Name (H...

The men were generous enough to shoo the witches out of the kitchen with the offer to handle the clean-up.
"Nick washing dishes. I must get pictures of this." Jazz conjured up her cell phone and ran in to snap photos. "It's for my scrapbook! Nick!" She returned with soaking wet hair. "He got hold of the sprayer in the sink," she muttered on her way to the bathroom for a towel.

"But where are the doors?" she asked, walking until her nose touched the rough bark. "Ahhhhh!" Her next step took her literally into the tree, and she found herself falling downward into an abyss.
"Damn it!"
"You're not very graceful, are you?"
If she wasn't mistaken, the griffin doorknocker was grinning.
"That first step is a dilly."
The griffin rolled his eyes. "If I had a bar of gold for every time I heard that."