Magica let out a hard, witchy cackle - Poe's reaction was more subdued, but he was definitely chuckling. "Don't die of fright before we get to the fun part!" Magica laughed, moving the straps of her dress down her shoulders. "After all this time, he's still as pure as fresh snow."

"A blessing and a curse," Poe mused, putting a hand to the back of Donald's head to make him look at Magica.