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Morgana Macawber was terribly busy! A restaurant really doesn't run itself, even with the use of magic. Still, the reformed business woman took a moment to wonder how Darkwing was doing. She hadn't been accompanying Darkwing in his heroic cases for a short while, though she was expecting him to show up today after she spoke with him on the pay phone regarding their romantic date. If she were honest with herself, the former villainess felt that the planning involved with owning her business appealed to her more than going out and looking for crime ever since she stopped committing it. Still, if Darkwing ever wanted her to be on a case, Morgana wasn't one to say no to her boyfriend either. It certainly helped her with improving her ability to think on her feet, particularly the mental calculations needed for her spells to work the way she wanted them to. However, today was all about using her strength as a planner, trying to refurbish the restaurant and getting her bats, Eek and Squeak, to help pass out flyers to advertise again with the hopes of proving that food critic wrong! No one was going to mess up her restaurant this time! "Well, now that Aunt Nasty is all done with the preparations for the new monster food menu, I should see to the decorations to make sure that everything is just perfect!"  Morgana opened the doors from the kitchen to enter her restaurant when her green eyes suddenly widened at the sight of several large bears playing stringed instruments before an audience. Her beak parted open in shock at the music that they had been cheerfully playing, a far cry from the scary atmosphere that her restaurant was supposed to be. They were even singing in unison!

"Singing bears?! In MY restaurant?! NO! Oh, of all the insufferable things to-!" Morgana suddenly blinked her eyes wide upon feeling a sudden case of deja vu, and instantly narrowed her eyebrows. There was only ONE person who would do such a thing, and that was only because he had only just done it not long ago before! With a mental calculation on the wind speed and force for her spell to work, Morgana flicked her wrists and a burst of wind expelled from her hands and blasted the doors to the entrance wide opened. "DARKWINGG!!!" The sorceress in red yelled for her boyfriend as she stomped outside of the building. "Oh! When I get my hands on him, I'LL-!"  Morgana had every intention of showing just exactly what she meant by that in the most electrifying way, but upon turning her attention to the restaurant she had just came out of to search for where Darkwing would be, Morgana blinked her eyes in surprise at the wooden building that was nothing like the gloomy Shadow Chateau! In an instant, her anger had ceased and quickly changed to bewilderment. "This isn't my restaurant!"  She quickly realized upon gazing at what she initially thought was her restaurant from the outside, noting the sign upon the building. Country Bears Jamboree? Was she at a show in the bayou of St. Canard? She knew someone from her Hex of the Month Club here.  "But I know I didn't go through a portal.." Morgana mused softly in response to her thoughts, puzzled at how she suddenly found herself here without knowingly going through one of her portal rooms. "Though it certainly looks like it..!"  Even the sorceresss knew there could not be another reason for it except a portal. That had to mean that someone else created one.. but who? And why her of all people? Morgana rarely went looking for trouble since she had left crime, only to those that messed with her or Darkwing, of course. Oh, if only Darkwing Duck were here!    

While the magical business woman sashayed on the road with one hand raised to hold up the tattered dress that she held around her finger, her green eyes glimpsed around at the people that looked far from the Normals she was used to in St. Canard or even in her own home in Transylvania. "My, what peculiar people.."  Morgana lowered her eyelids with an intrigued smile across her beak, taking delight in the strangeness of their figures that were far from the ducks she was used to. This certainly felt like one of those Twilight Hexes that her Hex of the Month Club had talked about once. "How wonderful! I've never seen anything like it!" The tall white duck in the blood red dress clasped her hands together in amusement. What place could this possibly be? It was all so.. unfamiliar, in such a refreshing way.  

[Panchito]

Panchito strolled through the streets whistling a cheerful tune. He might say that this town was one of the places he felt most at home in, with its western look. He might say that except he never spent much time looking at the scenery. Unless, of course, the scenery included a pretty girl. For that, the rooster had radar.

Which explains why he froze in mid stride, one foot poised in the air while his head snapped around to the right. Hubba, hubba! Pretty girl at three o'clock!

Without changing position, the rest of Panchito's body swiveled to orient itself with his head as he let out a loud wolf whistle. Only then did he continue his walk, but now he had a definite object in view.

"'Ey, señorita, new in town?" he said, somewhat mangling a popular pick-up line.

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The green eyes of the sorceress scanned around the area in attempts to obtain clues as to where she could be. This place was littered with strange people of all shapes and sizes. It certainly seemed as crowded as a carnival, though there sadly didn't appear to be that many creeps and misfits around. It didn't sound possible that the closest city to the bayou was this crowded, could it?

One thing for sure was that this portal certainly didn't appear to be in St. Canard, but anywhere outside of that was very much lost on her. She had not the slightest idea just how far away she was, really. Oh, having Darkwing's street-wise knowledge would certainly be useful to have right now. Admittedly, the Transylvanian duck didn't get out much, especially not recently in the last several months since she reformed and focused on her business, though Darkwing was certainly changing that with his invitations to joining him on cases. Unlike her boyfriend, the sorceress was ill equipped with any technological gadget to help her, which would make him right about his beliefs in technology. Even she had to admit that they would be useful in this circumstance. 

A loud whistle snapped the tall sorceress' attention away from her thoughts and she looked about for the source until her green eyes fell down upon the sight of a charming rooster in an interesting outfit that wore a large brimmed hat in a style that the introvert had never seen before. 

"'Ey, señorita, new in town?"

The strangeness of his words that he spoke to her were unfamiliar to the Transylvanian, which were very much intriguing to the business woman that liked unusual things. "Why yes," Morgana's sultry voice carried a tone of delight as she lowered her purple eyelids half mast over her green eyes with an amused smile spreading across her small bill, "it appears that I am new to this rather.. unique place." She spoke this rather positively as she placed a hand on her voluptuous hip to take a quick glimpse about the area in admiration, finding the entire unfamiliar place to be very interesting so far. "And what an equally unique hat you have, as well..."  She had to admire the strange hat with a pleased smile, "I like it." Of course, Morgana liked anything that strayed far from what she was used to. 

"Perhaps you could tell me where I am?"  Morgana boldly pressed forward with her inquiry, eager to know just where this place was. "I'm Morgana Macawber. Owner of the Shadow Château restaurant." The business woman proudly introduced herself to him while extending her white, feathered hand out to take his, "A pleasure to meet you, Mr..?" She paused with a curious intonation, hoping to get the name of the one that was sweet enough to help orient her here.

[Panchito]

The lady looked Panchito's way and started a conversation. The fact that she was willing to talk to him at all was a good sign, very encouraging.

what an equally unique hat you have. I like it.

"This?" asked the vacquero, pointing to the voluminous brim. It was just his dusty old sombrero, nothing special. If she complimented that old thing, there could be only one conclusion: she was interested. In fact, she might just be openly flirting.

Perhaps you could tell me where I am?

That wouldn't be easy, as Panchito barely understood the answer himself. But when the lady gave her hand, he seized it in both of his own and kissed it, one long kiss. Really long. Yep, still going, until it finally ended with a very loud smack sound.

"Morgana," repeated the rooster, as if it was the sweetest sound he'd ever heard. "My name is Panchito. And this is the reino de la magia."

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"This?" 

"Well, I see no other hat quite like it at the moment.." The witch in red nodded in response as she hovered her purple eye-shadowed eyelids lowly over her emerald orbs with a tone of amusement in her velvety voice. His humble manner of asking was such as stark contrast to Darkwing's ego, so it greatly amused her. Darkwing's ego did tend to go overboard at times. He could certainly stand to learn a thing or two of humility; although, even she had to admit that his ego was able to break through her father's attempts to intimidate him into running off, so it wasn't all that bad, she supposed.

The kiss on the hand that he gave afterwards was a very Old World practice that Morgana did favor. At least, that was, until the kiss on the hand lasted longer than expected, then her smile decreased slightly into a more lingering, awkward smile. She felt uncomfortable that it wasn't Darkwing doing such a thing. Still, it wasn't nearly as awkward as Negaduck's attempts to woo her back into the life of villainy. "...Yes, thank you.." As always, Morgana tried the diplomatic approach by giving him a cue that it was enough in a gentle manner. While it didn't annoy her like it did when Negaduck did it to her, given that his gesture felt more sincere than Negaduck's, it simply didn't feel quite the same that she felt with Darkwing. Perhaps this was biased, but then again she was always biased towards Darkwing, even at her worst as a former villain. 

At last, when he finally finished kissing her hand, the rooster next spoke her name in such a sincere, genuine way that made Morgana smile in appeasement again. "Oh, Panchito..you really are such a tease, aren't you?" She mused with a small smile upon hearing his introduction, though she didn't say that as a good thing. Truly if she were not with Darkwing, Morgana would have found Panchito's mannerisms positively enthralling. As it was, she loved her boyfriend too much to even be able to break up with him without running back into his arms within the same day. Anyone else simply couldn't compare to the likes of Darkwing. They had gone through too much together, and she didn't like anyone in the way of that.  

"Now, you said we were in Ray no-? I'm afraid I didn't quite understand.." Morgana pressed on and prompted Panchito with the curious question, hoping to get back to her own little investigation as to where she was. Wouldn't Darkwing be proud?

"Ugh. This sun is really not working well with me.." The witch from the Macawber monster family complained softly with a hand over her forehead to shield herself from the dreaded light, before she pulled out her moisturizer as if it came from hammerspace, though it could've easily been her magic. She then placed the moisturizer in different spots of her face until it blended with her white feathered face satisfactorily. "Oh, I don't suppose you know where St. Canard is, would you?" She asked the rooster with a sigh, somehow figuring that this wasn't going to be as easy as all that. Darkwing may still be working on a case, so it was possible that he wouldn't notice she was gone just yet. Her restaurant certainly would. Oh, just the thought of leaving that just when she was about to re-open for the critic was stressful enough already. She really had to go back. Aunt Nasty was an excellent chef, but she certainly wasn't made for customer service, after all.

[Panchito]

you really are such a tease, aren't you?

He wasn't, really, though he certainly might come off that way. No, Panchito was utterly serious in trying to win the favor of a beautiful woman.

Now, you said we were in Ray no-? I'm afraid I didn't quite understand..

"Ah. You would say en Inglés..." he took a moment to do the mental translation, "...the Kingdom of the Magic."

This sun is really not working well with me.."

"This is too bad, querida. It is always very sunny here." Of course, Panchito like it; it reminded him of Mexico. "Will you like to go inside? Someplace dark an' cool, just you an' me?"

I don't suppose you know where St. Canard is, would you?"

Panchito scratched his head to stimulate his brain. He knew San Luis, San Miguel, San Felipe, but no San Canard. "No, lo siento, never have I heard of San Canard. Is this where you are from?"

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"Ah. You would say en Inglés...the Kingdom of the Magic."

"The Kingdom of Magic?" The Transylvanian witch mused in her silky toned voice, turning her head towards the door of the Country Bears Jambouree that she came from; surely the kitchen door was the portal's entrance that caused her to go from her restaurant to this Kingdom of Magic. "Well, that does make sense.." So far, everything seemed to make sense for the witch in regards to this Kingdom of Magic. It was strange that she hadn't heard of it before in her Hex of the Month club though. She'll have to ask them as soon as she had a chance to talk to them from a conjured crystal ball. "I suppose I should meet the one who reigns such kingdom.." She wondered mildly if that's something Darkwing would ask as part of his little investigations. Her boyfriend was ever so adorably curious like that.  "But I really don't have that kind of time," The business woman decided it was a waste of time, and time was money wasted the longer she took to return back to her restaurant. After all, her family lived in Castle Macawber, but they weren't the ones that reigned Transylvania either. The one that had sent her here could very well be anyone, whether or not it was the one that reigned the kingdom.

"This is too bad, querida. It is always very sunny here."

Despite everything, even Morgana had to admit that Panchito's manner of speaking was rather charming, even if she didn't understand his every word. It was rather dreadful to hear that this place was always sunny and humid though. She hadn't felt this humid outside since that Evil Villains Convention in Florida, and that was at night! Ugh. One of the things she surely did not miss as a former villain. It was a good thing she had her own brand of moisturizer for situations like these when she had to appear in the day time, and usually that was only reserved for when it called for her to do so, such as her restaurant or her boyfriend. 

"Will you like to go inside? Someplace dark an' cool, just you an' me?"

Now this certainly appealed to the tall sorceress in red, who dipped her purple eyelids lowly with an appeased smile on her small, orange bill. "Oh? You know of such a dark place? Why yes, I would be delighted, Panchito." She nodded with relief on her white, feathered countenance at the idea of getting out of the sun and back to the darkness. It was one of the things she was already starting to miss about her home in St. Canard. "So long as it's not in there.." Morgana gestured to the place where she came from, which consisted of singing bears that had upset her in the first place. "Do you have any place in mind?" 

"No, lo siento, never have I heard of San Canard. Is this where you are from?" 

Morgana wasn't shocked or surprised, really. Given that she was from Transylvania, she hadn't heard of St. Canard until she discovered it through her Hex of the Month club with that granny that lived in the bayou nearby. It only confirmed that she had truly been transported here by a portal and that it certainly sounded like it took her somewhere far away from St. Canard, as far as her own portal did to and from Transylvania. Whoever was behind this was certainly powerful, if not more so given that she hadn't detected the portal herself. "Well, I moved there, yes.." She wasn't from there originally, but it was home. "What about you? Has this always been your home?" 

Morgana smiled at the strange people that passed by her, then she took Panchito's arm while waiting on being led to the dark place. "Perhaps you could give me a tour of this wonderfully unusual place of yours while we go inside? Though I really should get back home soon.. My restaurant was just about to re-open, you see..and they couldn't possibly manage it well enough without me!" Morgana supposed that she could spare a few minutes before she would try to recreate a portal to get back home. The magical duck wouldn't mind a quick look around of this Kingdom of Magic if only to have something to tell her Hex of the Month club. Content was everything. 

[Panchito]

Has this always been your home?

"I am from Mexico." At the mention of his beloved country, Panchito's eyes grew misty. "Ah, it is so beautiful in Mexico..."

Why yes, I would be delighted, Panchito. Do you have any place in mind?

That was enough to snap the vacquero back to the present. For such a woman, he would find a place.

At Morgana's insistence that they skip one particular building, Panchito merely shrugged. Most of the rides and shows held little interest for him. But where to go...? It wasn't easy to find a place to be alone in the parks. Glancing around, the rooster spotted what looked almost like a cave not far away.

He grabbed Morgana's hand and raced toward it, not realizing this was the handicapped entrance to Splash Mountain. All he knew was it was shady and there was nobody around. But not for long; before he could even try to steal a kiss, a group of tourists wandered in behind the couple.

Muttering something in Spanish under his breath, Panchito dragged the lady deeper into the cave, hoping los turistas would go away and leave them alone.

But it was not to be; they just kept on coming, driving the rooster and the duck further along until they emerged by a river. "Un barco!" A boat ride would give them some privacy.

Panchito had already forgotten about the shade they were seeking as he hopped inside, pulling Morgana along. What was more romantic than a boat ride?

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It did strike Morgana as a little coincidental that Panchito, too, had come from another place originally; Mexico, he called it. Perhaps it was similar to her situation where she moved to live in St. Canard. "Oh, Panchito..how long has it been since you've been there?" Morgana frowned sympathetically upon hearing the way he spoke of that place with such longing. The Transylvanian couldn't say she could relate to being homesick before. She'd always had her portal that connected her Castle Macawber in Transylvania to her home in Macawber Manor in St. Canard.

"..And not to mention my- " Morgana had hoped for a quick tour to receive a bit of information about this place when she took Panchito's arm, given that she had to go back to her world for the reopening of her restaurant and the date that her boyfriend was going to take her tonight, but she was instantly rushed over to the cave before she could even say much else. 

"Oh Panchito.." After catching her breath, the business woman placed a hand at her chest to commend him for taking her to the promised dark, cool place as soon as she wished for it. "This cave is egregiously damp and dark.." She commented on the damp, dimly lit cave they were in as the tall sorceress peered all around. "It's perfect! Oh, I'm feeling better already!" She practically breathed a sigh of relief, then glanced up in the cave. "Do you suppose there would be any bats in here?" She inquired with interest as her green eyes scanned the corners of the cave as she thought of her bat familiars, before glancing down and blinking in bewilderment upon realizing how dangerously close she was to his beak. Was he trying to-? Suddenly, before she could finish that thought, more delightfully strange Normals packed themselves in behind them, which intrigued her given that most Normals didn't strike her to be the type to want to gather in a place like this. Unfortunately, she knew not what was being muttered by Panchito as they moved deeper into the cave.

"A boat ride?" The slender sorceress quickly gathered upon seeing the boat ride in the water that this was actually some sort of love tunnel. "But I-?" Yet she was easily pulled into the boat by Panchito.

Morgana sighed as she gently adjusted her long dress, feeling that she may have been the one accidentally misleading given her marvel for the odd and different world she was suddenly displaced in, and felt bad. "Oh Panchito.. I believe it's my fault for the misunderstanding..you see, while you're charming and very sweet.. I have a boyfriend back home in my world.." Her green eyes peered into Panchito's large brown eyes, hoping to talk diplomatically through this in efforts to get him to see reason. Truly, if she wasn't with someone, it otherwise would have worked with this sweet Panchito; she genuinely liked his personality. "In fact, he was supposed to take me on a date as soon as he finished work, but I imagine he'll come looking for me in this world if he doesn't find me. Oh, I really should be getting back home.." The last thing she wanted was for Darkwing to worry about her being missing. Her boyfriend tended to be protective, perhaps a little paranoid, and certainly had a few of his sad moments unless she'd calm him with her reassurances. Of course, the magical Morgana had no idea she really couldn't get back home in the first place.

[Panchito]

It's not that Panchito wasn't listening to all of Morgana's comments and questions, it's just that he wanted to hurry to keep ahead of the locals who were closing in on them. So he called back answers as he drew her along by the hand:

how long has it been since you've been there?

"Eh, I don't know...years, I guess."

Do you suppose there would be any bats in here?

Another shrug. "Maybe."

At last they were alone in their very own boat, gliding along apart from any nosy touristas who might be following. With a sigh of contentment, Panchito wrapped one arm around Morgana's waist, utterly ignoring the cutesy scenery.

while you're charming and very sweet..

The roosters pupils shaped themselves into little hearts.

I have a boyfriend back home in my world..

Those hearts shattered into a million pieces.

"A boyfriend?" he repeated. So all the signals and hints were just flirting. Panchito sighed again, this time with regret. But he was not the kind to make time with another hombre's girl. "Ay, whoever he is, he is one lucky guy."

There was nothing to do now but wait until the ride ended. And waiting was no fun, especially with somebody else's girlfriend. The boat suddenly left the water and crept up a ramp, under a pair of vultures. "The boat is going to the dock now, senorita," or so he supposed. "Then we will say adios. Forever."

But it was not so; the boat topped a rise and shot downward like a rocket!

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It was truly sad to hear that Panchito hadn't seen Mexico in years. Why didn't he travel back to Mexico? What was stopping him? Perhaps it was really expensive to travel? Oh, the witch in red supposed she could only be so lucky to have the luxury of brewing up portals whenever she liked. Not everyone could do that, and she was afraid of rubbing it in so she decided not to ask more if he didn't want to share the reasons on his own.

It was even sadder to see the enthusiasm that she found in poor Panchito's brown eyes being crushed in that manner upon hearing the truth. Morgana laced her white feathered hands together and placed it on her lap, closing her eyes and lowering her head with a shameful frown as she listened to him say that Darkwing was a lucky guy. Really, she was the lucky one to have found someone that believed in her long enough to help her reform for the better, but now as not the time to say that. "I'm really very sorry, Panchito.." Morgana opened her green eyes as she gazed at him with another sincere apology. "It seems I've let my admiration for this unusual new world get the better of me.. I never meant to hurt you!" She truly hoped that he believed her, but it didn't matter. His feelings were still hurt, and he had a right to feel the way he did. Oh, she hated feeling like such a villain by hurting others! It was far from what she wanted to do!

"The boat is going to the dock now, senorita. Then we will say adios. Forever."

"Oh, no! It doesn't have to be forever, Panchito. You see, I.. Well, I was hoping we could be friends, if you-!" With a sudden gasp, Morgana instantly embraced him as the boat instantly plummeted what briefly felt like they were in the blinding sun before they were in the shade again. "Oh! My dress! I'm soaking wet!" She commented about her red dress in shock, completely caught off guard by this strange tunnel of love. The unusual, unexpected ride suddenly caused her to stifle a laugh as she placed a hand by her beak upon looking at Panchito, "What an unusual ride!" It was really all strange in such a unique way that she admired. As the boat slowly made its way past a happy rabbit that Morgana cared not to find out why, she turned her attention to Panchito.  "Won't you please reconsider being friends, Panchito? I'm afraid I really don't have friends to call my own, even in my own world.." She explained in her silky, gentle voice with a pleading pout in hopes to at least have one friend in any world that wasn't Darkwing's, not that she minded being friends with Gosalyn, Launchpad, or the Muddlefoots.. even if Darkwing didn't like the latter so much.

[Panchito]

Panchito was as surprised as anyone by the boat's sudden descent. But that didn't stop him from waving his sombrero and letting loose with a glass-shattering grito, drowning out anything Morgana might be saying. Down, down, down went the log boat until it looked like it would end up at the bottom of a small pond. But, no, it leveled off at the last second, making a huge splash through the water, soaking the occupants pretty thoroughly.

"Ay! That was almost as much fun as riding a wild bull!" shouted the rooster. As for his clothes, they weren't new or fancy and wouldn't be any the worse for a little water.

As they floated to the dock, for real this time, Panchito realized the lady was speaking to him:

"Won't you please reconsider being friends, Panchito? I'm afraid I really don't have friends to call my own, even in my own world.."

"No? A beautiful girl like you? This is a crime!" Then, taking her hand once more, the vacquero murmured, "Querida, any time you need an amigo, you just call for Panchito, yes? An' if this boyfriend of yours ever does not treat you right, he will answer to me!"

Panchito had no qualms about taking a girl on the rebound, if said rebound should ever occur. But for now, "How about another trip down la cascada?" And if Morgana didn't want to, that was okay; he would just go himself, thought Panchito as he bounded back toward that cave entrance.

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Morgana Macawber was no stranger to adrenaline-infused activities, given her experience in fighting alongside Darkwing's heroic endeavors, riding on Darkwing's Ratcatcher to a carnival, and even later catching a ride on Negaduck's bike when he dropped her off at home that one time during last year's Valentine's Day. Still, despite having her own home with unexpected turns, winding staircases that suddenly go upside down, and doors that lead to sudden falls into portals, Morgana knew about them beforehand. It was her magic that created them, after all. That was why this unexpected fall certainly caught her off guard, and now she suddenly knew how every Normal person felt when they ventured through Macawber Manor. It really was quite an unusual feeling.

The white feathered witch turned her head away slightly to demonstrate a coy smile of appreciative humility upon hearing Panchito's sweet words about not having a friend being a crime. "Oh, thank you, Panchito, and you can also be sure to find me if you should ever need anything.." She nodded with a smile, placing her white feathered hand over his while her purple eyelids hovered lowly over her green eyes with an appealing smile at Panchito's protective nature, a heroic trait that she also admired in Darkwing, "You're far too charming, Panchito.." Although Morgana had broken up a couple of times for Darkwing's rude treatment, she wouldn't be opposed to dating other people that were her type, like Panchito, given that she'd said as much to Darkwing before when she broke up with him during that justice ducks situation. Still, it wouldn't last a day; she could never get over her feelings for Darkwing Duck. 

"How about another trip down la cascada?"

Taking a piece of her fabric that was tied around her finger, Morgana instantly dried herself with a mental calculation of the force of heat applied by her magical fingertips, mass of the dress, the rate, while also keeping in mind the change in temperatures to ensure that her dress doesn't catch fire and that the energy transfers out safely. Then, she clasped her hands together at his invitation to ride what she thought she understood as the boat ride again. She'd never been invited by a friend of her own before! "Oh, I would be delighted to join you, Panchito, but I really do need to return to my world to take care of some things first.." An apologetic smile spread across her beak, but the business woman knew what had to be done in order to ensure that her restaurant would be in good hands. "Perhaps you can show me more of this world when we meet again!" She hoped she'd be able to spend more time with her newfound friend here, then waved him goodbye. "Adieu, Panchito!"  In an instant, Morgana disappeared with sparkles in the air by mentally retracing her steps back so that she appeared in front of the Country Bears Jambouree once more. This would certainly be a portal that would be worth visiting more than once. Perhaps not as often as the portal she created to see her family in Transylvania, but still. It was worth visiting again now that she found a friend of her own.

"The portal leading to this world must be through the kitchen doors," Morgana deduced as much to herself, placing a hand by her beak in thought. As she went inside the Country Bears Jambouree restaurant, visibly cringing at the annoyingly happy music, she headed straight for the kitchen doors.  It wasn't as though she sensed the portal, it was just the last place anything appeared to be normal about her restaurant. 

"Ma'am you can't be in here. Staff only."

"Right.. of course.." Morgana walked out with a distraught expression that hardened as she headed outside, pausing right in front of the restaurant with her arms crossed. "No, this couldn't have been a mistake..the portal would still be opened otherwise!" If it were a mistake, it would've still been opened! No, instead, they rudely closed the portal behind her! Then, deciding she'd rather pout under a tree, she surreptitiously shifted over a few feet to be in the shade. "Well, as if I'd let anyone keep me from where I need to be! I'll just recreate the portal myself!" Much like her own portal that she created through Transylvania, creating a portal was powerful magic that she couldn't easily calculate without consulting her spell book. Spawning her spell book in her hand by pulling it out of her black and silver streaked hair, the witch peered through the pages. "Oh, where is that portal spell?" Morgana flipped through the pages. "Portal Spell.. See Magical Gateway.." She read the instruction with the page number next to the section and flipped more pages, "Magical Gateway.. See Magical Doorway..of course.."  It had been quite some time, but she recalled that she used her magical doorway spell in Macawber Manor that lead to doors that opened to various worlds like Dream World. It would take quite a bit of ingredients to create one, however. 

With a sigh, Morgana next placed a hand on the tree to summon her familiar discretely. Suddenly, a spider came down its web from a branch, right in front of her. Unlike most people, Morgana beamed and held out her hands for the spider to land on. "There you are, my itty bitty wittle 'pider!" Morgana petted her spider familiar with an adoring baby talk as she held it up to her face. "Oh, Archie.. finding the ingredients to making a portal in a new world will be far more difficult than expected. This unusual world is so.. clean and maintained!" There was nothing wrong with cleanliness and organization for this business woman that knew well enough to maintain a level of cleanliness about her manor and her restaurant (although the cobwebs stayed), but it was going to be very hard to find her ingredients now. "We'll have to be careful, Archie. There are too many people here.." She mused to her spider as she placed him on her shoulder that was padded underneath, mentally crossing out her idea of summoning spiders to find the ingredients. "Eek? Squeak? Oh, I'm sorry to wake you during these hours, but I really could use your help in finding the ingredients for the portal back to St. Canard." She next summoned her two bats, one of which had a tongue sticking out to tell them apart, and found them instantly flying in the shade of the tree. Both bats nodded in understanding. "Oh, thank you, my sweet pets." Morgana petted them sweetly. "Now, hurry! See what you can spot from above and return if you see anything! We musn't keep Aunt Nasty and Darkwing waiting!" Bats appearing out of nowhere in the day time certainly sparked amazement and some trepidation among the guests, but Morgana Macawber didn't pay too much mind this time. She was now more interested in finding the ingredients to make the portal back home. Her boyfriend tended to worry, especially if he should find her missing when expecting to go on a date, and Aunt Nasty had a terrible habit of cooking Normals when she had idle hands, which really wouldn't work well with the reopening of her restaurant.   

[Panchito]

You're far too charming, Panchito..

Well, it was the first time he'd ever been called that! Still, any compliment was welcome. But it seemed that Morgana was leaving anyway, even though he'd given it his best shot.

Adieu, Panchito!

While the rooster scratched his head and tried to figure out what that word meant, Morgana disappeared right before his eyes. "Holy frijoles!" he exclaimed. "How does she do this?"

Could it be some kind of magic? Panchito wondered about that until the boat jerked away from the dock; then he had other things to think about, namely another trip down that slope! He let out an excited "Yee-ha!" and waved his sombrero in anticipation of the good time that was coming.

Exit Panchito, over the falls.

[Mateo de Alva]

Mateo didn't have any direct purpose in Frontierland, he was just exploring, he supposed. Not even on the lookout for trouble, and people to help, though as it just always tended to, both here and back home, the opportunity found him. Or so he sort of worried at first, with people shrieking and running from something.

He supposed he couldn't complain of about a three month gap since Christmas in trouble. Mateo quickly jogged over to see what was up, bringing his Tamborita out of the case that Rosa had gifted him and which was just so perfect with its more sturdy support than the bag but still light and unobtrusive fit at his back, and simply leaving the front hatch open not hindering retrieving his Tamborita any more so than the bag had.

He went with with a harmless freeze spell beforehand and to safely get a better idea of the situation. "Talact". He struck his Tamborita and the two bats just paused mid-flight, not frozen in harmful ice or anything (that was another turn of similar that he could do but didn't now) but just as if in time, with time going on around him.

It wasn't true, but a good analogy.

Walking up, Mateo glanced at the little guys and looked puzzled. They didn't look dangerous...and in fact hadn't seemed to be bothering with the people running from them, just flying.

"Zanamo", he quickly freed one of the bats (Eek but he didn't know that) and it flew back towards another of those half animal half people he was used to by now (leaving Squeak still suspended). A duck in red, standing in the path. Still on his guard a bit, Mateo walked up, Tamborita still out but held down at his side non-threatening, or so he hoped the affect was. "Um...excuse me Miss...", better safe in addressing and until corrected if she was married or felt old enough to not go by Miss. "Do you, uh, know what's with the bats flying about?".

As one of the only calm people about in the situation, it was a reasonable guess she might. Of course the bat he'd frozen and then unfrozen was fluttering about the woman, seemingly complaining about it to her, or so it looked to Mateo.

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The witch in red really wasn't one to draw attention to herself. She preferred keeping to the shadows and coming out at night, but she didn't really have a choice in the matter. The only times she did were when she chose to be with her boyfriend during the day, of course. The trusting Morgana didn't think Panchito lied about being in the Kingdom of Magic, so was she really drawing attention to herself if others were used to magic to begin with? Unless of course, it was only named as such and not really a true kingdom of magic, which she was beginning to ponder if that was indeed the case based on the number of reactions she was getting from these unusual looking people. Speaking of which, were these the beakless mutants that Darkwing spoke about in one of his adventures that he told her about? Morgana smiled in delight. Oh, how thrilling! She couldn't wait to go back to tell Darkwing now! It was a shame that this all occurred during a crucial time of reopening her restaurant and that date that she was promised by Darkwing, but she really had to come back to see more!

Morgana's fascination for this unusual world of beakless mutants was put on pause when one of her bat familiars returned, flying right up to her face. "Eek? Back so soon?" Morgana raised an eyebrow in confusion when she recognized one of her bats, and strangely without the other. "Where's-?" Morgana blinked her green eyes in surprise upon hearing the bat instantly squeak breathlessly about a beakless mutant freezing them, with Squeak still frozen! "Frozen?! No! Who would do such a thing?!" With a gasp, a hand fled to her small, orange beak as she turned to find the one responsible. 

"Um...excuse me Miss...Do you, uh, know what's with the bats flying about?"

Just as the magical business woman turned to look for her frozen bat and whoever was responsible, one of those delightfully disfigured mutants approached her while Eek squeaked to her that this was the one responsible! She narrowed her green eyes at the mutant upon understanding that squeak of confirmation. It just occurred to her how tall most of these beakless humans were, making her feel smaller in comparison to how she felt in St. Canard. She was a few inches shorter than this mutant's height, though she had seen many others that towered over them both in comparison. In a different circumstance, Morgana would have been fascinated by such an encounter, but no one messed with her familiars! Thankfully, the mutant seemed courteous in his words that lessened her frustration. "You may be a well-mannered mutant, but that still won't excuse you from freezing two innocent bats!" Morgana was not afraid of expressing her frustrations, even if it was towards someone she was fascinated by. She then dropped her arms back to the curves of her hips as the woman with the long dress shifted her attention to her frozen bat, who had his adorable tongue sticking out in mid flight. "Oh, poor Squeak!" She placed a hand on her chest with a sympathetic frown as if this happened to a child. For Morgana, these bats were considered the children of the night.

With annoyance, Morgana clasped her hands together and formulated a mental calculation of the rise of warm air with a drop in pressure, sending a surge of magic to the sky to create a thunderstorm. Suddenly, the sky grew dim with dark billowing thunderclouds and the threat of lightning looming above them after having an obnoxiously sunny day only seconds ago. "They're my familiars!" Morgana spoke sternly back at the mutant as if it was obvious to have familiars, thinking that this was a kingdom of magic after all. Now, she supposed, is when she'd be able to tell whether this was truly a kingdom of magic, or if it was just called that. "And since you've released one of them, I trust that you don't really want to keep the other frozen, do you?" Crossing her arms over her chest, the magical duck drummed her white feathered fingers along her arm, a warning sign that her temper was starting to boil, but she was trying to be patient and diplomatic first. Unusual or not, she could only hope this mutant would listen to reason first, giving him a chance to redeem himself and unfreeze him before she'd quickly take matters into her own hands.

[Mateo de Alva]

It was clear to see the duck woman he approached was upset, understandable really, and she went on to prove this by her words.

"You may be a well-mannered mutant, but that still won't excuse you from freezing two innocent bats!"

Mateo took a slight step back. Of course he did, upset possible other magic users were not a thing to take lightly! The young wizard was trying to think how to explain his actions in a way to not further upset her or set her off as she expressed her sympathy over 'poor Squeak'.

"He--he's alright, the freezing just...pauses them, it doesn't...hurt them in anyway, you could ask...", he tried, of course meaning she could ask the other bat, but not finishing the statement and since he knew it wasn't likely to matter.

He got the answer he was looking for, just not on whether or not the bats were harmful. Mateo glanced to the sky as a thunderstorm brewed then back to the duck in red. "You're...you're also magic", he stated in half obvious statement and half question.

"They're my familiars!"

The young wizard looked confused by the term.

"And since you've released one of them, I trust that you don't really want to keep the other frozen, do you?"

Mateo knew when he was dealing with a lady who's patience was almost up, and the subtle little clues they universally seemed to give off. "Of course not, lo siento", he forgot to not use perhaps confusing Spanish, and turned back to the bat, "Zanamo", he struck his Tamborita and the field around the bat dissipated, leaving Squeak free to flap about.

Mateo turned sheepishly to the woman again, "Sorry again, I saw bats flying after people who were screaming and figured I should freeze them harmlessly while I figured out if they were attacking or not, but...as long as you didn't send them to attack the people...", which it seemed she hadn't and even if she had dealing with her now was better than along with her thunderstorm. So he took the chance she hadn't intended to be trouble, and since she hadn't outright attacked him.

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Although hearing that her bats would be unharmed while frozen was reassuring, it only decreased her frustration by a slim, miniscule degree. The sharp look in her green eyes indicated as much. No one should be freezing her poor bats for ANY reason! Especially when she had reformed and no longer used them for her evil schemes! They were completely innocent in this case!

"You're...you're also magic"

"Yes, of course..I may not look the same, but I know magic just like everyone else here.." Morgana briefly quirked a thin brow over her eyelids that hovered half mast over her green eyes. Was it that strange for a beakless mutant to find someone that didn't look the same to also know magic? Even she knew Normals back in St. Canard were capable of magic. Besides, what did her appearance have anything to do with magic, anyway? Wasn't everyone magical here? Well, she wasn't sure if Panchito was, but at the very least, she thought most of them would be. It was strange to hear him pointing it out as if magic were a novelty or a rarity in any case. "..This is the Kingdom of Magic, isn't it?" She asked insecurely, recalling Panchito mentioning as much to her earlier, "Unless the name is nothing more than clever propaganda to attract people here.." The former villainess insightfully mused with a sardonic, unamused tone.  She knew much about the use for propaganda for business, even she had to admit that the one that owned this place was clever. Now on the side of heroes, Morgana had to acknowledge that tricking people into believing that there was magic as a means to attract them was wrong though. She placed a hand on her hips with a displeased frown either way. Her bat was frozen and the idea of this place being less than she imagined wasn't exactly making things better. 

"Of course not, lo siento"

Thankfully, the beakless mutant quickly fixed one of those issues to relieve some of her frustration, although with a strange word that she was almost sure Panchito uttered to her before. She didn't ask just yet though, far too focused on her bat returning from it's current unfrozen state with what the magical Morgana recognized to be a verbal and somatic enchantment spell. "My dear Squeak!" She held her unfrozen bat adoringly, "Are you alright?" She asked her bat sweetly in a baby tone of voice. She kissed the top of his head to make it all better and stroked Eek's head, smiling when the bat indicated that he was unharmed, but sounded happy to be unfrozen nonetheless. "Now that all is well again.. " She turned and waved her hands with the negation of her previous calculation to cause the sky to clear up again. No, it wasn't to her taste, to be sure, but it was the right thing to do; much like she did to clear up the sky for Darkwing when her mushroom associates were after him.

"Sorry again, I saw bats flying after people who were screaming and figured I should freeze them harmlessly while I figured out if they were attacking or not, but...as long as you didn't send them to attack the people...",

Morgana glimpsed over at the other beakless mutants with a frown of consideration. "Well, I normally don't create such a stir in my world, but I wrongly assumed these.. people.. here were-" Before she could explain that she wrongly assumed the beakless mutants people here were used to seeing magic, the last thing that the.. boy said quickly put her off. "...Send them to attack? But why would I-?" She blinked upon suddenly realizing what this meant in regards to the presumption that she was going to send her bats to attack them. "Oh.. you see me as a villain, don't you?" Morgana frowned as she lowered her head with a sullen sigh. Oh, was that how everyone saw her? Was that how even her darling boyfriend saw her when he made those horrible villain comments a year ago? "Oh, I feared this would happen..!" She spoke melodramatically, placing a hand on her forehead. Negative thoughts entered her mind, causing her further insecurity. Oh, what is even the point of trying to be a hero? I might as well be the villain that they say I am... No. Morgana mentally shook those thoughts again. Being a hero may be difficult, but it was one that she was willing to do. It was a challenge and nothing more. She'll just have to continue to prove herself. Unfortunately, it suddenly occurred to Morgana that she had no idea how to precisely do that without Darkwing or without doing something heroic. 

"..I'm afraid I don't know how to prove that I'm a hero.." Morgana finally said with a dejected frown on her small beak, realizing that she didn't know how to prove herself otherwise. "I've worked with heroes only in my world; I doubt you've heard of them here.."  She said honestly, finding no point in even mentioning heroes to a person of another world. "Isn't there anything I can do?" The reformed villain asked of the taller beakless mutant, clasping her hands together in hopes that she'd be able to do something to make him and the rest of the people believe that she was a hero. Finding the ingredients the slower manner would take time, causing her to be stuck here among others that would regard her as a villain. Normally, Morgana didn't care about what others thought, but she couldn't afford misunderstandings that would prove to be difficult for her to work on the portal spell. "Oh, where's Dark when I need him?" She mused softly, placing a hand by her beak. Her boyfriend would always know what to say in these cases. She was sure Darkwing never had a problem easily proving himself a hero.

[Mateo de Alva]

Mateo knew he was being insulting, unintentionally, even as he asked over her being magical; and her words further proved it. He grimaced. "Sorry". He kept his Spanish words few just in case she was unfamiliar even by context and to aid communication when he stood on such shaky ground already.

"..This is the Kingdom of Magic, isn't it?"

Mateo smiled, slightly, given the tense atmosphere still. Funny, he could have made the same mistake except...being a wizard was a rare sort of job and so he was used to assuming everyone didn't have magical powers and had quickly acclimated to the idea that it was just a title. "Yes", he answered, "but that...".

"Unless the name is nothing more than clever propaganda to attract people here.."

"Well...sort of, but...different intent", Mateo tried to explain still. He felt that that was being unfair to the Parks, after his time here.

"They...attempt to make kids happy here so...magic as in...not party tricks, but...imagination I suppose". If that helped at all...

"But no, most aren't magical around here. I've only met...well two others who officially have magic, though I hear there is a family also".

But anyway, back to if he would be disintegrated or not! After freeing...Squeak was it?...Mateo held his Tamborita behind him and rocked like a kid caught doing wrong, which he supposed he was, as she reunited with her bat.

It worked, and she quickly took back her storm. Mateo let out a breath of relief.

He sighed again, even more sorry now at how hurt she looked over what he'd thought, and wiped a hand over his face.

"Oh.. you see me as a villain, don't you?"

"No, I...not after talking to you", he assured. "Sorry again, I assumed wrong about the bats, since I've seen Malvago's use them and...I once had to stop a ghost whose only purpose was to scare people in my hotel". He should still be able to tell the difference! "Sorry again...and sorry Squeak", he gave a nod to the bat.

"Isn't there anything I can do?"

Mateo's smile changed from self-conscious to warm, "We could always use more good magic users to help...keep those who do mean mischief at bay". He glanced to her bats, just wondering if, like some Familiar sorts of animals he'd heard of, they did anything, then back to her, "What...sort of spells do you specialize in?". He asked.

And of course he would have to show her some of his.