[The eyes, glowing yellow tapetum lucidum, go a more solid amber-gold as their owner passes through shadow into the light. There's the light smack of something thin and solid slapping an open palm; as Beatrice passes into the clearing, she's holding Akko's wand in one clawed fist. With the other hand, she removes her long pipe from clenched teeth and holds it between still-delicate fingers—]

Be quiet.

[Only to bonk the bowl down on top of Akko's head. It's a very solid bonk. The sound resonates, both through the clearing and definitely inside Akko's poor skull. All in the same movement, Beatrice sticks her pipe back between her teeth, tucks the wand into Akko's hand, and grabs the girl by the back of her shirt to drag her along in her path.]

Do you want to know how big the snake is that we're walking away from, or do you want to move your little feet, little witch?