"I think we need to talk, Old Mother," Relda says. She's standing on the porch of Baba Yaga's house, wearing her favorite hat-with-a-sunflower/dress combination, a very dark blue one that makes her feel regal and brave. Relda generally feels brave, but she needs the extra boost to talk to this woman.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't blast you off my porch," Baba Yaga hisses.

Relda holds up a plastic bag and says, "I brought cookies."

Baba Yaga considers for a few seconds, then asks, "Fresh?"

Relda nods. She headed over here straight after taking the cookies out of the oven.

"Very well, then," Baba Yaga says, and moves out of the way. "You may as well come in."

Baba Yaga's house is as disgusting as ever, though a little worse for the wear. Relda, whose own house isn't exactly pristine, tries to take as little notice as possible. She purposely avoids the living room, where the TV is blasting All My Children, and moves to the kitchen, where she sits down and beings setting the cookies out on a tray she brought.

"Well get down to it and get out of my house," Baba Yaga says, glaring at Relda as she grabs a cookie.

"I'm going to die," Relda says baldly. She hasn't told anyone else this yet. She's not sure how to tell her family that they're going to live forever and she's not. She's not sure she wants to tell them. It would be easier to go down in a blaze of glory than to have to face her family trying to talk her out of getting to see Basil (her Basil, not her grandson) again. It's hard enough knowing she's going to leave her grandchildren so soon after finding them, without them begging her to stay.

"And?" Baba Yaga says. It's still irritable (as everything she says is), but she's eating the cookies and listening, which is fairly friendly as far as the hag of the hills is concerned.

"I need some things from you," Relda continues. "Promises."

"And I should give them to you because...?"

"Because you are the only one who can, and if you do not I won't leave this world quietly, and you do not want me as an enemy, Old Mother."

"Very well," Baba Yaga says, her glare fiercening. She grabs another cookie and stuffs it into her mouth.

"I want you to hide the town," Relda says. "I know you can do it. Make this place into the haven for Everafters that it was supposed to be, and do something to keep the humans away. And you'll fix the mirrors."

"I will not!" Baba Yaga snaps, spewing crumbs on the table. "Those things were too powerful to start with. I did the world a service by taking Bunny's eyes. The woman has no idea the safe ways to use her power."

"You will," Relda says, fixing her gaze firmly on Baba Yaga and speaking levelly. "You will repair all the magic mirrors. And it will be the last thing any Grimm will ever ask of you."

"You're not the first Grimm to promise me that."

"But I am the first Grimm who will keep that promise," Relda says, still speaking evenly. "Because you'll leave afterwards. I don't care where you go, but this town doesn't need either of us anymore. We're simply holding it back."

Baba Yaga lets out a small laugh. "Fine. I'll do what you want, in exchange for the recipe for these." She waves a cookie in the air.

"You get the recipe when you finish," Relda says.

Baba Yaga grumbles, but doesn't actually say anything to contradict her. Relda gets up to leave.

As she leaves, Baba Yaga calls after her, "It's funny, the two most powerful women in the town leaving at the same time."

Relda smiles a little. "Our era is over, Old Mother. Time to make space for the new matrons."

Relda may be leaving the town to fend without her, after all, but she's not abandoning it. There's a new witch and a new mediator. And Sabrina and Daphne will do better than she and Baba Yaga ever did.