Evanore's simple rules for controlling your servants

"And that's-"

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"Why-"

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"You don't-"

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"Give the servants-"

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"Help me, please help me, I hate poofing, I hate it, I don't know where we-!"

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"An inch," the goddess of necromancy finished in the place of her now vanished row of servile spirits. Evanore Dark blew on her dark-painted nails as though she'd just finished giving them a fresh coat, rather than using those fingertips to snap several of her own servants out of existence. It was a harsh lesson, but one she needed to give. No, not for their benefit-- they'd surely been through this enough times to drill the lesson into them and curb their misbehavior, she figured. This lesson was for Vita, that milquetoast "mother" who saw all of her servants as her own children. It had always been rubbish and frankly cringe to watch, but now, it had entered dangerous territory. "When we are done here, I want you to go back to your little kitchen and snap your fingers, popping the jam out of each of your man-servants in just the same way I did. Understood? If you don't, I'll come back and do it myself. You don't want that, do you? You know how I tend to... over-indulge."

Vita stood with her knees knocking together and her tears welling in the corners of her eyes. She'd always known Evanore was not the nicest possible commissioner or creator, but she'd never imagined that the goddess would show such cruelty to her own servants, who were doubtless just as kind and innocent as her own Bakery Men! As much as she objected to their treatment, she did her best to nod along, her chocolate-brown pigtails forming a sinusoidal arc as she did.

Evanore grimaced. Vita was still wearing those "lucky pigtail ties" from earlier. She didn't know their origin, but she did know that a goddess as static as Vita doesn't change her hairstyle without some outside influence. Also, the look that hairstyle gave Vita was like a mother going through a mid-life crisis. Gross. "Your men are expendable. Your bakery is expendable. You are expendable. I see everything that you do and if that bakery of yours turns into a Servant-On-God Fuckfest, then I swear to myself, it is more of a liability to me than a boon! I'll snap the whole thing to kingdom-come in a delightful cosmic storm of gingerbread and frosted cream, then I'll find myself a new personal baker. Or I'll simply make one! Do you understand?"

Vita continued to nod sheepishly. Privately, she wondered why that hadn't already happened. Her answer came a few seconds later.

"Now... where did you set down that tray?"

The one thing keeping Vita from becoming expendable to her creator was her uncanny proficiency at baking. In fact, as vapid and brainless as Vita appeared to Evanore, she had only become a finer and finer baker as her career had gone on. That cinnamon roll from yesterday hadn't been the same as the ones from the start... it was exponentially better. Mouth-watering, crave-worthy, thought-consuming! The abundance of fortune they could bestow was now an after-thought. She just wanted to stuff her face with more of them.

The silver serving tray that Vita had brought with her had plenty to spare, but... something didn't seem quite right. Evanore went to where the tray was resting and leaned over, carefully inspecting the arrangement. Tasteful. Artful even. Too artful. "Vita, dear, if I didn't know any better, I would say that these pastries have been arranged in the way a caterer might to hide a deficit in the ordered product. You haven't been sneaking cinnamon rolls for yourself, have you? I spot a dozen... no, two dozen missing? Is it just me or are you looking even fatter than usual?" she questioned, poking the doughy belly of her underling over the BBW printed apron and causing her to giggle in a way that didn't fit the gravity of the situation.

"He he hehe- ahem! No, no ma'am, never! I mean, I do bake a treat or two for myself in the kitchen, but I would never eat from a customer's order!" Vita defended. A treat or two for herself was a serious understatement, but the rest was the truth.

Evanore scowled. She'd known that ahead of time. After all, she'd been keeping an eye on Vita. "Then did someone else eat them?"

"I can't think of who would have! There's just me and the Bakery Men."

"Those gingerbread dweebs... if they were to consume one, that would practically be cannibalism, would it not? Have they no shame?"

"Well... I never thought about it that way! They know not to consume customer orders, though."

"Yes, you don't do a lot of thinking. That much is evident," Evanore sighed, crossing her arms between her immense bosom and shaking her head irritably. "Where is the gingerbread man now? The one you performed open-heart surgery on the other day?"

"Oh, Johnny! Yes, Johnny came with me today, along with a few of the others."

"And why are they not here in the room with us?"

"Well... um... I figured that you and I could have this discussion privately. Not totally privately, since your servants are here... were here... but they're probably with your other servants right now. I'm sure they're getting along swimmingly! Don't worry-- my Bakery Men are very well behaved, just like yours! Yours must be the most well-behaved in all the universe, with the um... discipline you regularly administer."

Evanore nodded and smiled, but the corners of her lips were twitching in agitation. Those servants intermingling seemed like a recipe for disaster. "Let's go find them, shall we? You start at the servant's quarters, I don't want to go to that place with its disgusting, irremovable fap smell if I can avoid it. I'll check the other places."

"Couldn't you just use that orb to find them?" Vita offered, pointing at the desk.

"I'm working on the settings, dear. Right now it's set to 'explode on sight.' I got a little angry last night. Sometimes, snapping my fingers to blow up worlds is too tiring and I just like to set things on automatic. I can use it if you want me to, though..."

"N-Nevermind! I'll go check the servant's rooms!"

---

Nine of the ten Bakery Men who accompanied Vita stood motionless in the servant's quarters, looking like Buckingham Palace's guards and acting the part. Rigid, unfeeling, unseeing, not at all curious.

The tenth, Johnny, was just the opposite, because he was aware that being brought to Evanore's world was the same as being asked to put one's head down on the executioner's block. The others might not have the short-term memory for it, but he remembered how she'd detonated Tommy for no reason at all just the day before. Now that she had a reason to terminate him? He'd be lucky if all he did was explode. Unfortunately, his pleas with the various faceless spirits inhabiting this place were met mostly with derision and snide remarks.

"Pfft. First time, huh?"

"Exploded once? Wait till you implode! That's one hundred times worse."

"I actually kind of started popping a boner when I explode at this point, so she stopped doing it to me. I just get poofed."

Johnny's panicked expression grew worse as he began to understand the cosmic reality of just how lucky he'd been up to this point to have such a caring god on his homeworld. It made him love his acting mother all the more, but it made him terrified for his future. "How do you live like this?!"

"Well, first off, the concept of 'living' is kind of all over the place when you're an endlessly destroyed and recreated soul. Second, I mean... the place has its perks! You've seen Evanore, right? I mean... hubba hubba! A glimpse of her is enough to keep me going some times. Those tits!"

"That ass!" another chimed in.

"She's got really soft feet," a third, freakier one added.

"I don't care about- Wait, soft feet? How do you know that part?" Johnny questioned, suddenly curious. That wasn't the kind of thing you could garner just looking at a person, especially if they tended to wear shoes, as most do.

The specters all looked at one another for a moment, then sighed deeply, coming to the same decision. "I guess we can tell you, since it's basically in the past anyway. We found this notebook of hers. It's magic-- whatever you write inside happens! We were all taking turns, just passing it around and doing whatever with her-"

"-And before you say that's really stupid, that we didn't just duplicate the book a thousand times or make her our permanent **** no-take-backs or something, we were getting to that! It's just..."

"... We got a little carried away and used almost all the pages. There's only one page of the magic book left and we keep it locked up so nobody wastes it. We're keeping it where she can't find it, until somebody comes up with the best idea ever. And buddy, no offense, but I don't think your ginger-brain is gonna be the one to come up with it."

Johnny stroked his sculpted, lightly-stubbled chin thoughtfully, then smiled. "What if I were to tell you... that I do have the best idea ever? I'm going to need that page, though. I'm also going to need a moment alone with Mother Vita."

"Fattie's your mom?!"

The Bakery Man felt a new emotion he hadn't encountered before this point flaring up in the newly filled parts of his heart-- anger. These servants dared to insult the perfect, pleasantly shaped and wonderfully squishy form of his master?! The most erotic body in the universe (as far as he knew it)?! He calmed his nerves to speak to them as allies. "She isn't my mother in a biological sense. But please, time is of the essence. Get me that page and I can show you the absolute best way to use it, one that will benefit not only you, but Mother Vita and myself as well. But we also need to make absolutely certain Evanore isn't with her."

"We can't really control what Evanore does..."

"You can distract her if need be, correct? It should be risk free, given your... expendable bodies."

"Hey, we're not any more expendable than you are! But also, yes."

"Good, good. Now I just need to go find her so that I can get her to do the deed with me."

"D-Do the deed?" A new voice piped up from the doorway, which was thoroughly eclipsed by the very wide form of the woman standing there.

Alarmed, Johnny spun around to the spirits to give them a sort of "lay low" gesture, only to realize they'd already vanished. Hopefully, they'd only vanished in the "need to get out of here quick" way and not the "literally blinked out of existence by their goddess" way. He cleared his throat, then did his best impersonation of the stiff, trustworthy guard salute the other Bakery Men were making, the one that he'd memorized over a long time of servitude. "Nothing to worry about, Mother Vita. When I said 'do the deed' I meant a simple application of your power to help out my new friends."

"New friends! How wonderful. Johnny's made new friends! See, I knew that heart modification would yield some positive results! Your new warmth and caring, like you showed me earlier, has certainly improved your sociability, leading you to make friends with Miss Dark's servants! She'll be so pleased to hear, I'll tell her right now-!"

As soon as she spun, the man threw his arm towards her at max speed to grab her apron strings and pull her back. She was so heavy that tugging wasn't doing a thing... he found himself thankful that just grabbing was enough to convince her to stop moving. "M-Mother Vita, let's wait for just a moment. My friends really are eager for your help! It's something that you're perfectly suited for. You see, there is a certain special notebook belonging to Lady Evanore Dark that's been unfortunately ripped apart, down to a single page. It held great sentimental value for her and now it's ruined!"

"Oh my! If it belongs to Ms. Dark, why do they have it? Were they the ones tearing out pages?"

Johnny bit his tongue, hard. He was still getting used to this lying thing. "No, no. They were attempting to fix it under their own power! Alas, no luck. But using your power of abundance to multiply the pages, you could restore it, good as new! You could actually even provide extra pages. I'm sure that Lady Evanore will be thrilled."

He had hoped that the ever-eager-to-please God of Abundance would be her usual all-smiles self, ready to help out those poor servants without a second thought. Instead, she seemed to be remembering the recent instructions Evanore had given her. Vita lowered her eyes with a nervous frown and pushed her fingers together uncertainly. "I don't know... I've been warned about misusing my powers. I think that I should go check with Ms. Dark first-"

He tugged on her apron strings harder to pull her away from the door, then accidentally tugged them free in his fervor. At the same time, he collapsed forward, burying herself into the softness of her back... and burying his groin in the especially noteworthy softness of her huge buttocks.

"Oh! N-Not here!" she urged him, pausing in the doorway, red-faced. She spread her arms to either side to hold the door-frame, as though there were even a chance he'd manage to topple her great weight forward. "We need to have a serious talk about your behavior, Johnny! If Ms. Dark sees you behaving this way, she'll do one of these, and..." she paused, trying in vain to snap her fingers like the other woman did. She had no practice and her fingers just kept sliding together ineffectively, producing no noise. Finally, she decided to just put it into words, waving her hands in the air to symbolize the explosion: "Kablooey!"

He regretted that mishap just now, but he did acknowledge it had been pretty effective in getting her to hold still. He backed up a short distance and breathed a sigh of relief as he saw the spirits approaching with the page. "I know that neither you nor I want that. But not to worry. With this simple step, all of our concerns will go away..."

"... F-From multiplying the pages of the notebook?" Vita questioned, still looking pretty suspicious about the whole thing.

"Yes. In that she'll be so happy, she'll stop being in such a bad mood! Of course."

"Well, that sounds like a win-win for all of us, hehe! I'd be happy to help. Simply hand over the notebook and I'll work my magic, sweetie. Hm... the inside cover says: 'not to be touched for any reason by anyone other than Evanore Dark EVER under penalty of... 'total disintegration?' It's written in permanent ink...."

"Surely a note from before the spirits so helpfully tried to assist with its reconstruction," Johnny muttered, then gulped nervously and put on his most charming smile. "Let's work quickly so that we can please Lady Evanore as quickly as possible!"

---

Evanore's heels clacked against the marble floor in a steady rhythm as she went from zone to zone, looking for any sign of her servants. Had she really blown up that many and forgotten to reincarnate them? They were nowhere to be found-- not in useful rooms like the kitchen, nor in the spots they often scurried when they were trying to get out of work, like the broom closet. Luckily, the void of eternity was, as one might expect, infinitely large. There was no need to worry about souls spilling out or anything stupid like that. Regardless, she could summon back her servants at any time. Let them stew in non-existence for a while longer. The more days that pass from the moment they're snapped to the moment they're re-summoned, the better the lesson works... for what extent it works.

What was more worrisome in this moment was the thought that the remaining servants must all be congregated in the servant's quarters, together with those loathsome cookie men and their mother. She had half a mind to simply snap her fingers and detonate that whole wing with them inside of it, but she had second thoughts; the servants had an annoying tendency to try to pilfer her things recently-- items of power, unrelated clothes, underwear especially. Some of those had untold value, created by craftsmen devoted to the point of fervor so strong they'd burned out their lifespans and let their souls leave their bodies. Sure, you can put the soul back in the craftsman, but it never comes out as good as their first masterpiece.

All told, they were all replaceable... but that didn't mean her lame-brained servants deserved to own them, covering them with their spiritual seed. They'd fap onto anything, she'd found. She saw one of them fapping into one of her empty muffin wrappers one time.

This would be a good chance to pull a surprise inspection of their rooms and gather up all of the stolen articles. She did hate going down in the weeds to visit them, but their wails of dismay losing their little trinkets and prized items would make it worth it. Now that she had a destination in mind and considering that said destination was on the other side of her world, she elected to move by teleportation instead of putting her long legs to any further work. With a non-lethal snap, her form expanded into a star of darkness, then contracted in place until it vanished...

... And elsewhere, the same process played out in reverse, leaving Evanore standing among startled spirits and totally inexpressive Bakery Men, each lined up on either side of the lobby connected to the hallway where the servant's quarters lay. Vita was with her men, looking useless as usual. Seeing her reminded Evanore that she hadn't actually eaten any of the fortune-filled cinnamon buns that Vita brought up... that put her in a bad mood and made her more eager to get this over with.

Sensing the surrounding auras, she gathered that in actuality, all of her remaining spirits were assembled here. Were they actually not conniving in any way? Vita's slightly larger but still pathetically weak aura was coming from the other side of the room. The Bakery Men had no auras at all... to sense them, she had to adjust her senses like turning the dial on a radio, until she started to pick up that artificial, semi-alive register. There were nine in total. Was there one more? She tried to remember...

It didn't matter. For now, she turned her back on the goddess she considered less than a demigod and focused on her spirits.

Her painted lips settled into a snide smirk as she placed one hand upon the bodacious curve of her hip and leaned to one side. "Today, I've decided to conduct a surprise inspection of each of your rooms. Of course, it would be far too tiresome to actually walk around and visually inspect each of them, so instead, I will be drawing out the contents room by room. Anything that is important will be separated into one pile. Anything that is unimportant will be instantly obliterated. And anything that is mine will be placed into another pile and then the owner of that room will be obliterated."

She chuckled, seeing some of the ghosts begin to panic. Perfect. She'd instill fear and get back a lot of her missing articles at the same time. Then, she'd bring back a few spirits from earlier snaps to do a thorough cleaning of the clothing articles she recovered from these ones.

Or maybe she'd get an outside service to do her laundry. She wasn't sure she trusted the servants with the matter.

"Take note, Vita. This is how mortals are meant to be treated. They are to be reminded of their proper place at every opportunity!"

"Yes, Ms. Dark!" the other woman agreed, wringing her hands and looking back at her Bakery Men. She knew they couldn't really judge her, but with how Johnny had been lately, she couldn't help but imagine that there was part of them that would feel betrayed, seeing her kowtow to a malevolent god at the expense of her servants.

"Let's start with the first room," Evanore chuckled, raising one hand. Effortlessly, she flung open the door; it rattled as though a poltergeist was pulling on it. Then, she slightly flicked her wrist to one side, and in response, all of the personal possessions of that spirit sprung out into the open, vacuumed out of the room in a split second. She began to raise the articles item by item. Any that were worth nothing in her mind (i.e. most of them) were instantly vaporized. Surprisingly, she managed to get through the entire pile without discovering any of her own items. "Well, what do you know? A clean bill of health. At least one of you isn't a kleptomaniac."

The servant tried to look happy about the judgment, even though all of his stuff had just been destroyed for no reason.

"Now, per the rules I established a moment ago, we will add one item to the pile."

"Excuse me? That was um...?" Vita questioned, lowering her head with a sheepish frown. She didn't remember a rule like that. It was too much to see her punish a servant who hadn't even done anything! His room had been fine! She wanted to speak up, but she was instantly silenced when the other woman raised her palm.

"Do not second guess my methods, you simpleton! It is as I stated earlier. We will have a pile of my clothing. It stands to reason that if I do not find any articles of my clothing hidden in the room of one of the louts, then I instead donate an item of my clothing. Otherwise, there is no pile! Surely you can understand something that simple, even with that tiny bread-dough brain of yours?" she growled, seeming somehow authoritative even as she unwound her cape and threw it onto the floor for reasons that were impossible to understand.

"Oh! Okay," the other woman answered, still not understanding at all.

The next room was gutted in much the same manner. When nothing was to be found inside, Evanore kicked off her high heels atop the cape. When the next room was similarly empty, Vita watched with bulging eyes as Evanore unbuttoned her blouse and threw it down, revealing a very racy black bra that seemed strained against the most massive pair of tits any mortal or god had ever laid eyes upon. The tops were nearly spilling over the thin bit of fabric and the outer rings of her nipples, colorful against the otherwise pale tone of her skin, were partially visible where it failed to cover them.

"Um, quick interjection, Ms. Dark! I think that, if we remember back to the beginning, there was no mention of you taking off your own clothes- eek!"

Evanore threw down a ball of black fire that landed at the other woman's feet, forcing her to jump backward. "That is your last warning. If you don't fall in line, I will pop your rotund body just like I would a spirit or a cookie man's, without a moment's delay. There will be no 'jumping out of the way at the last second' if I decide to do that. Understand?"

Vita nodded, trying not to tear up.

"Of course, that was just a joke. I would never hurt Mother Vita," Evanore continued, with a strangely kind smile that looked completely out of place on her ordinarily haughty face. "I cherish Mother Vita as anyone should."

Vita blinked a few times, then wiped at her eyes. "Huh?"

Evanore herself matched that reaction, frowning hard. It felt like she hadn't been herself for a moment... like some author was writing her lines she'd never possibly say. No matter. There were more rooms to finish sanitizing and searching. She pulled free the articles from the next one with a few swift motions of her hand. No one was watching it anymore; everyone's eyes were following the crazy, pendulous motion of her breasts, jiggling and heaving with every minor movement of her arm and torso, as her nipples fought to free themselves from their feeble bra imprisonment. "Ha ha... Here we are. You thought you could hide these from me?" she asked one of her spirits, grinning as she curled one finger and brought a pair of her own panties floating through the air towards her. The stringy black thong, studded with miniature diamonds along the very scant surface you would call its straps, looked... well-used, crumpled into a state implying someone had had it wrapped around something. "How utterly revolting. You lot are savages."

The spirit braced himself, preparing to explode, implode, or whatever other -ode she felt like dishing out.

She sighed and shook her head. "Now, as logic dictates, I will restore this article to my possession. Seeing as it is clothing, it makes sense that I wear it. However, I am already wearing panties, so..." she murmured to herself, seeming deep in thought for a moment. As Vita watched in confusion and the spirits watched in elated understanding, she stretched out the band, then placed the crusty thong over her own head, stretching it so that the fabric meant for her undercarriage formed a mask running from her forehead down to the point of her chin. "It stands to reason I should wear it this way."

Vita wrung her hands and looked to the others in confusion, hoping someone else would speak up about how strangely the God of Necromancy was behaving. She couldn't afford a third strike, as much as she wanted to ask how the logic lined up.

The rest of the room inspections seemed as though they were all going to follow a similar pattern. She slid off her skirt, revealing an extremely tight thong wedged between the ridiculously large globes of her ass-cheeks. Shortly after those came off, as well as her bra, leaving her standing naked in the lobby with her huge tits flopping about in the open air and her ass jiggling with each little switch of her hips. Anything she discovered that was her own ended up used incorrectly or worse.

"Oh ho? You thought you could steal my personal dildo and get away with it? What asinine behavior! I'll show you... where this goes... properly-!" she chuckled, then finished with a moan, as she began to work her own pussy with a ridiculously oversized, jet-black dildo, covered all over with little lumps for extra simulation. Amazingly, she managed to fit it inside of her. "There we are. Nnngh.... Back in it's proper place!" she sighed, using her hand to thrust it in and out of herself in rough, jerking motions. She bit her lip in pleasure and squinted her eyes shut as a bit of her own liquids began to spill out, pooling on the marble beneath her bare feet. "Nnnguuuuh....~"

Vita held both hands clasped over her mouth to stop herself from screaming. What was happening?!

Finally, Johnny emerged from one of the final doors, carrying an extremely hefty notebook full of pages in one hand and a pen in the other. To test, he walked straight in front of Evanore and waved a hand in her face. As her eyes opened slightly, she didn't seem to see him at all-- instead, her pupils stared upward as her eyes rolled with the pleasure of the unusual exhibitionist act. "It's working. I don't think she can sense me at all," he explained to the other spirits.

"Couldn't you have done this a little faster so she didn't destroy all our stuff?" one of the spirits asked. He had no face, but Johnny sensed he was scowling.

"Forgive me, I'm very new at this."

He gasped as Vita grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. She was wearing a scolding, pouty expression that just looked cute on her rather than threatening. "What have you done?! You can't just do something like that to a goddess! This is exactly the kind of thing Evanore was warning me about! You've been very, very bad, Johnny!"

"My apologies, but this is exactly the sort of win-win that we were looking for. As you can see, Lady Evanore is happy, just like I promised! She cannot sense me, so she will not take vengeance, and I have also written a clause that prevents her from harming you or the spirits. In short, we're all safe and happy."

"Oh, Johnny... Your heart is in the right place, but you can't just make a woman do something like this in public! That's very, very naughty," Vita sighed, pressing one hand to her cheek and shaking her head. "I've been a bad mother to you. I should have taught you properly. It's just like they say: if you don't handle sexual education yourself, they'll get it from the worst places! I know that you've probably had certain... thoughts... about Ms. Dark, with her dressing the way she does, but that doesn't mean it's okay to do things like this! Remember: just because a woman dresses promiscuously doesn't mean it's an invitation! That's an important lesson!"

"No, you've got it all wrong! I don't feel that way about Lady Evanore. It was actually an agreement between her servants and me. They agreed to let me hold the notebook as long as I did... something like this to her. I don't find her attractive in the slightest."

"Oh..."

"It is you I find maddeningly attractive!"

"Oh... Oh my! Well, um... that's rather... besides the point for the moment. We can discuss it later in your room, sweetie," Vita murmured, her face reddening rapidly as she tried to avoid Johnny's very passionate gaze. "For now, that notebook-"

"Is mine!" one of the spirits cackled, grabbing the spine from Johnny's hands. "You're a good guy, Johnny, but we're the ones that'll use this the best! A guy who doesn't appreciate Evanore's body can't hold onto power like this!"

The Bakery Man's martial training kicked in and he held his grip tight upon the book, even as the other spirits joined in to try and pull him off and help their ally tug it free. In the end, the predictable happened: the notebook tore in two, with the ghosts holding one half of it and Johnny holding the other half. The other Bakery Men with no orders watched in silence. Vita watched in stupefied confusion. Evanore didn't watch at all, instead pumping herself with a dildo while her tongue dangled immodestly from her lips.

Each side was quiet for a moment, inspecting their gains.

Then the ghosts scattered, each pulling out pages and looking for pens.

"The notebook isn't meant for fatty-lovers like you, Johnny! If you're not with us, you're against us!" the ghosts called out, seemingly unified in their agreement of this simple fact.

"Nonsense! The notebook cannot be properly appreciated by someone so devoid of taste! Anyone who cannot understand that Vita's body is superior does not deserve to use that notebook!"

"Evanore's got the greatest body in the universe! Everyone's crazy about it!"

"No, Vita!"

"Evanore!"

"Vita!"

"Evanore times twenty!"

"Vita times two dozen!"

"Is that more than twenty? Oh, yeah, right."

Vita's eyes were spinning with confusion as the cacophony continued. She wasn't actually flattered by Johnny's words any more. This was a mess she'd created that she needed to stop, somehow... Not that she wanted Evanore to go on exploding everything, but clearly, this was developing in its own, equally bad direction. She had to do something to set things right while she still had the agency to do so! In other words, she needed to resolve this before the spirits figured out exactly what they wanted to do.