Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Who knows, Prudence, maybe you'll find the meaning of life at Baxter High.
while the coven fasts and prepares for the feast,
- Very nice to meet you. - You promised me boys.
For the last time...
I'm so glad you're here.
there...
The Feast of Feasts is a reminder...
I was spotting. My babies, are they all right?
can lay claim to that title.
Have you completely lost your mind?
Praise Sister Freya. May we meet again.
I can't tell you how starved I am.
Don't speak.
Tonight we celebrate a time-honored tradition.
Her High Priest had a revelation...
And it was decided that someone should get rid of them,
A witch spurned queenship?
Not entirely.
I'll get some soap and sponges.
Oh, yeah.
And my mother?
Right, well, what's done is done.
No.
I'll tell you...
Preferably with figs and wild berries to sweeten her meat before the feast.
When I became High Priest after Edward died,
No. My Aunt Zelda is putting herself forth...
the 14 women belonging to the earliest incarnation
Keep away from him. Harvey's not a killer.
My Grandpa's coming, which means lots of beer-drinking and deer-hunting.
Lots and lots of mortal boys.
It was premature of me to accuse Father Blackwood of having an agenda
I can't lose my babies. Faustus would never forgive me.
I'm so sorry, husband.
I assume my room's upstairs?
Just listen to your words.
That's Dorothea Putnam.
Brett, move your head.
in front of the entire coven. That's rich.
but I've got a pot of her calming tea on the stove. Fetch it and come down.
I didn't think you would let me go through with the drawing.
Oh, dear.
until the trumpets of the apocalypse are sounded.
Because you are a voracious slut yourself...
Every Queen of the Feast deserves a last supper, right?
No, it's okay, Roz.
Because she and her slut sisters are your seed.
The Feast of Feasts is an annual demonstration
Aunt Hilda, you've outdone yourself.
What if it's the will of a witch?
Would you mind setting it over there for me?
You're killing the mood, shepherd.
Like the dead.
Are we your daughters, too?
And why is that?
Father Blackwood, Lady Blackwood, please, come in.
I thought this year was gonna be different with my dad and my grandfather.
Yes. Yes.
a lottery.
And then, there was that terrible winter.
This part of the forest is where the Kinkle men have always hunted.
Amongst your mortal friends?
if it hasn't already.
Of course I do.
Of course not. It's chamomile with a calming tincture.
Not to have faith in anything.