At the banks of the river sits a weaver girl by the name of Juinlift, weaving wooden baskets. A picture-perfect scene is soon pinned to the canvas, although true perfection would be painting such a beauty at home ... or so thinks Stiwa, the painter from the nearby city. After half a year of so-called courtship, she sure should invite her over already. Anyway, the house is in order, basically ready for her to move in.

How does a witch confess? After fifty botched attempts, Beldia is sure to have it all figured out. This time for sure, she will manage to confess her feelings to Jadvyga, sweeping the charming potion maker right off her feet.