"Okay okay, I have one" you said cheerfully "Your favorite food?"
The woman sitting across from you just laughed and shook her head, crossing her arms.
"I already told you that I don't have a favorite food" she replied
"Oh come on, everyone has one!!" you said, pouting
"Well, not everyone has lived for more than three hundred years, doll" she defended herself "When you live that long, food just becomes food. There is no room for favoritism."
You sighed, dropping yourself on the other side of the couch, away from her.
It had been almost two weeks since you went to Westview to find your soulmate. Almost two weeks since you rescued Agatha, since you said goodbye to Agnes. Almost two weeks since you brought her to your home.
And you still didn't know anything about her.
Well, you knew that she was a witch, that she had tried to steal Wanda Maximoff's powers, that maybe she wasn't quite good, that her moral compass was a fucking pinwheel, and that she was the most fucking beautiful person you've ever met (also the more annoying, but you let it pass because she was cute when she wanted to be).
But you didn't know anything else.
Agatha looked at you curiously, trying to understand you. When she'd written her words on her forearm, a part of her had assumed you wouldn't go looking for her, not after all the times she ignored you.
When you freed her, she had been so grateful that she had hugged you as if her life depended on it. You'd froze for a moment, but returned the gesture almost immediately, giving the older woman a comfort she didn't know she was looking for.
Then, instead of demanding answers or bombarding her with questions right away, you had simply asked her if she was okay. It had surprised her, but not as much as when you offered her to stay at your place. You didn't even know her, you had no ties other than the one fate had given you, and yet she could see in your eyes that you would do anything of her, just because she was breathing. As simple as that.
For all her mistakes and flaws, Agatha was a woman who did not take this kind of loyalty lightly. She had cared about you since before she met you, so she hadn't dragged you into her world, but maybe, she should have asked you first. You were connected after all, and it was selfish of her not to even try to get close to you to give you a chance to decide if you wanted to fall into the abyss with her. From the look you gave her when she confirmed to you that she was a witch, she knew that you would probably throw yourself headfirst without her asking.
That was why she had shared with you what she thought was important for you to know. From her morally gray antecedents, to her failures and successes as a witch. But, even though you were a bit upset when she told you that she had killed Sparky, you really weren't scared like she thought you would.
What confused her the most, however, was that you didn't seem interested in the whole black magic thing or how she tried to manipulate an unstable girl. No, ever since you got to your house (and in fact, all the way by bus to your city) you had been asking her about small and common things, like her favorite food. She just didn't understand it, she didn't understand you.
"Your turn" you said, snapping the witch out of her thoughts.
Agatha smiled a little and she rolled her eyes fondly. She couldn't deny that, if you two were going to spend the rest of your life together, she had to get to know you a little more (at least that was the lie she was telling to herself).
"Your favorite food?" she said, imitating your tone of voice
"Hey! You can't copy me!" you said, crossing your arms "You have to ask your own questions, what you really want to know about me"
