[Mal takes the hat off, and shakes her hair out. (Yes, the purple is natural.) Hats, ugh. But she needed a costume, didn't she? At least a witch wasn't as bad as some of the things she could have been.]

I'm not a princess, and I want my fair share. We can't hit her any time soon, fooling once is easy enough but you do it too often and even the stupidest of marks begin to catch on.

[She glances through her bags with a satisfied smirk. She then looks up at him]

Call me Sabrina again, and I make sure your costume is of one of the weakest monsters there are.