Crick Crack (Natasha/Anis)

Anis would listen, before pausing and looking at Natasha for a moment.

"These aren't children, are they? Like, fully grown adults with proper training are the ones doing the struggling?" Anis would ask. It was kind of cheating if it was children. Even though as all but age and mentality went, she was a child.

"Nope. The ones I met were two women, both somewhere around the range of 20."

Natasha finished whatever remained of her meal, and by extension, her dessert as she placed her phone in her pocket, hazel eyes gazing toward the setting sun. She'd have to be home soon to make dinner for her three amigos, but she could hold off on that for Ani.

"Usin' children as an example would feel wrong, anywho. I see the capability and potential in you, sugar. And even if ya feel like manipulatin' and controllin' reishi isn't the issue, I'd like to help ya figure that out when you have free time. Yer a proud and willin' member of the Vandenreich. And one of my self-appointed duties is to look out for them, as a fellow member and a friend."

"That's alright then" Anis would reply, nodding and accepting the idea that she was thirty and had no idea what she was doing with this Quincy shit. It wasn't unique to her, so she shouldn't feel bad about the lack she had in her hands.

"I think mostly it's just practice and experience. I don't have much of either, and it's inherently difficult to sail in the storm. So I gotta get both before it listens to me. It's far from a unique or unmanageable issue now I know I'm not the only one"