Magica frowned, then offered the same glass to Poe. Poe took it, waving his other hand hand in his defense. "If he rejected me, he would've expected punishment. Either way, he was going to react like this." Thus absolving Poe of the blame, supposedly. He took a sip...

"No, this was my fault."

... and promptly spat it out in disbelief. He stared at Magica, stunned. Did he actually... hear Magica... blame herself for something?!

Ignoring Poe's shock, Magica knelt down besides Scrooge and took him into his arms. "I should have it explained it clearer, earlier. Poe is my other half. All that is mine is his, and all that is his is mine. You did nothing wrong."