"Penny, get off the table."

"Can't. I'm trying to re-enact a scene from 'Great Caesar the Archmage' for an upcoming magic ceremony. I need to borrow your table. You can work around me."

"How in the world could I put pots of soup and bowls of milk and bread on your body."

"I heard setting food on a clean woman's body was a custom in the East."

"This is the West. That's completely unhygienic. I don't like that."

"Booooriiiiiing."

The Chopin Family Parlour (boarding house for boys) was empty right now save for a certain second child of the Chopin Family and a certain Witch refugee (freeloader). It will soon be filled with his family and the school boys who share a room here, so it was imperative for Frederic Chopin to kick the Witch off the important dinner table. It was the only one in the house. Despite the fact his parents investing in renovating their mansion into a boarding house, they did not have the luxury to add extra furniture when one was good enough.

"Penny. Off."

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"Can't! I need to stay still and finish this Roman Sutra for 5 more minutes! Otherwise this simulation for tomorrow's ceremony would be inaccurate!"

"You had all morning to test our your magical theories. So why were you frolicking in the leaves outside of the house all day! You even skipped lunch because you refused to give up in building your 'snow man' out of leaves!"

"............................... 3 more minutes."

"Penny! Off! Now!"

"GRAPE! GRAPE! THIS BOY IS TRYING TO GRAPE MY BEAUTIFUL BODY!"

For the record, Chopin was a honest and pious gentlemen. And like any gentlemen pressed for time, he had to pry this ridiculous Witch off the dinner table. He tugged at her robes that resembled a Japanese Kimono patterned after the noon sky and he tried to shift his weight like a Judo thrower to peel the stubborn girl off the wooden surface. Alas, he had very poor health and 80% of his school life was spent recuperating at home, so his strength level was no better than a new born kitten.

"NYAAAAA! NYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

"Penny! Pretend to be a cat some other day and stop digging in your nails to anchor yourself to the table! My parents will be home any minute and will see you, a Witch avoiding the Witch Hunt... worse - a strange girl I brought home!"

"NEIN!"

"This is Poland, not Germany. At least make an effort to speak the language!"

Chopin was now in a rush. He felt his parents would walk in to see him holding onto a beautiful foreign girl in his arms, alone in the house. Not to mention where he was grabbing was obviously going to make even his pure little sisters misunderstand.

"Aaaah! Ch-Chop Chop... d...do you really like big brea--"

"I'll cut your snack rations."

"B-bread!? D-d-d-do you like b-big bread!? I-I know I do, s-so I'll get off now. I'm sorry."

Somehow hitting a secret spot, the Witch suddenly gave up and crawled off the table like an obedient cat. After an apologetic bow, she shuffled off like a shy Japanese housewife. And then the belt on her robe got snagged on the hook of a chair. Like a Japanese Kimono, the Obi was wound snugly across a woman's waist like a rolled up bandage. And it was the only way to close up the robes. So... physics wise...

"............ Penny."

"What? It's not like you've never seen my body before."

"No. It's not that. My little sister is right behind you... Please cover yourself up."

"... Hmm? Oh you mean this little thing... I thought it was a cute garden gnome that your parents put inside for aesthetic appeal."

"Clothes on. Now."