It amuses me somewhat that I find calm with my archangel. Not a lack of excitement, but a sense of solidity on which to build it. For a witch in the woods, it seems unusual. But then, perhaps between the times ones must dole out a curse or create an obstacle for the hero, the witch sits with those she loves and drinks tea.
And shares a little gossip to go with the cookies, which may or may not contain the ground bones of children.