Ratface, again, was standing guard on the roof. He grumbled about the number of people, but flitted into the house without any wise-cracks or warnings.

The door opened, and inside, the twins were standing at the ready, with several stacks of papers in their arms - the "list" they'd complied. They were doing their best to put on a cold, calm air of indifference in order to retain their dignity and status - but it was clear from how far away they were standing, and how close they were to one another, how nervous they were about this many people in their house. Since they tended to avoid the village as much as possible, it was likely they weren't used to "crowds" in general.

"Is this everyone?" Magica asked.