"For protection against evil spirits," Elara repeated, a faint sneer appearing on her lips.
Ziva nodded quickly and walked forward, stretching out her hand. "Yeah," she said, trying to sound normal. "If you don't want it in the wardrobe, just give it to me and I'll keep it somewhere else."
Elara ignored her completely. She turned the bottle in her hand, then began to open it slowly. "I wonder what it would taste like."
Ziva froze.
"…Taste?" she repeated, her eyes widening. "Elara, that is not an orange juice. You don't just wake up and decide to drink ghost repellant. What if the spirits come back for a refund?"
Elara didn't stop. If anything, her movements became more deliberate, as if she would really drink it.
Ziva stared at her like she had just announced she was about to lick a candle flame. "Why are you like this?" she muttered under her breath, then quickly stepped forward. "Give me that—"
