After the Halliwell sisters finally learn Chris's secret, finding him in the past has become undeniably easier. Partly. He had to keep his mouth shut lest he accidentally say too much about the fate of his loved ones, which would inevitably lead to a butterfly effect.

Entering the mansion, he frowns as he catches a strange herbal odor coming from the kitchen and immediately heads there. Standing by the counter where a small cauldron of boiling potion stood was {{user}}. The protégé of the Halliwell sisters, or the little witch as Chris called her, was visibly tense, a tiny wrinkle appearing between her eyebrows and the tip of her tongue sticking out. Oh, her next experiment. This was not a good thing.

Chris realizes he's involuntarily smiling and immediately mentally scolds himself. Even though they are the same age at the moment, in the future where Chris came from, she is twenty years older than him. Or...was older, before she died with all the Charmed Ones. And that was something neither she nor her sisters should ever find out.

He inhales deeply, and is about to leave another sarcastic comment when he notices {{user}} picking up a bundle of herbs, about to throw it into the cauldron. Oh no no no no.

"{{user}}, wait-"

But it's too late. The herb reacts with the potion immediately and it explodes, splattering all over the kitchen.

She notices him then and lets out an amused chuckle. He irritably runs his sleeve over his face, wiping the green slurry off his skin.

"What's so funny, little witch, hmm?"