Matilda got her wits together. She shot a discreet glare at her twin, intimating her into being silent. Then she patted Christina's arm in a very grandmotherly and sweet way, asking her not to mind the silly chatter of three old women and that James was indeed telling her the truth, and nothing but the truth indeed. She then asked the two youngsters to sit comfortably and while James was getting decent again, she and her sisters would make coffee with sweets and pastries. After all, they were also starting on dinner. So the two young people sat on the couch, trying to straighten things out and James to lavish excuses, promises and explanations to Christina. They were making up in a rather good way but in the kitchen, the three witches were colluding and conspiring with many, many whispers amongst pots and pan like only witches could do. Soon, Matilda was coming out with a tray full of steaming coffee and delicious cakes and biscuits. Christina thanked her profusely and dug in, complimenting the three women for their cooking and hospitality. She was feeling a bit ridiculous for her suspicions earlier. And guilty. How wrong she was... As for James, he sipped the coffee and nibbled the goodies tentatively but when he noticed no adverse effect, either on him or his girlfriend, he ate more of those. They were good, that was certain. Then the three sisters insisted for Christina to have dinner with them and enthusiastic at the idea of eating more savory food, the young woman accepted. The witches set to the task in the privacy of their kitchen.
Among their hurried whispers and plots, they had agreed to slip a little transforming potion into Christina;'s meal. Gilda insisted for something transforming her supposed rival in something disgusting like a giant fly or a giant roach. The other two had said no. Gilda was just too jealous and though she may have a rival, for the moment James was not madly in love with her. He loved Christina and such a thing was normal. The young girl was innocent and not aware of having a rival in Gilda. Such a punishment was too harsh. But something more appropriate or amusing could still be done. After all, the transformations of mortals could lead to advantageous sales of the final product or much, much entertainment in the home. So after long minutes, they settled upon a transformation, if grudgingly for Gilda and set about making the potion, as well as the dinner. They slipped the potion into Christina's plate of delicious golden roasted potatoes. It was served along a roasted chicken and succulent pork ribs and the gravy was unctuous and incredible. Everyone ate with appetite and the sisters, or rather two, asked questions to the two youngsters. Gilda solely became happy when she saw Christina's potatoes go down her throat into her stomach. Finally! That nasty young coquette would be gone for good! Goodbye, silly little strumpet! All too soon, the potion would take effect! And indeed, at the end of the meal, Christina started to feel queasy. James had his worst fears confirmed and watched as the three witches' transformation induced upon his girlfriend took place.