Tug, tug, shove shove. Step by step, she has him steadily moving towards the door and away from the delicious smell in the oven. For someone so stubborn he hasn't knocked her away yet. Hasn't quite told her to fuck off.

Of course it won't be pretty for him if he does.

"That's fine, I will. But I sure hope you aren't calling me some sort of space cadet....and being stereotypical to witches everywhere." There's a halfway warning look on her face when she pries the door open, the cool air from outside immediately arches across her face.