They spent the rest of the night drinking cold chocolate, skimming random tidbits about the United States from Tombo's textbooks, and laughing about old memories.
Finally, it was time to go. Both of them had a lot on their plates tomorrow. Tombo didn't want Kiki to get wet, so he tied a hooded slicker around her.
"I've got a lot of stuff to do this week to prepare for the move," she promised, "but I'll try to return it to you after I'm done packing."
"Keep it," he said.
"Really?"
"Yeah. It'll be my gift to you. Plus it's sure to get cold up there… what state are you gonna be living in?"
"Somewhere in the Northeast. I'm not exactly sure yet. We're flying over the ocean like a birds… we're going to need a lot of magic."
"Can I watch you?"
"Of course!"
"Can I come visit someday?"
"In one of your dirigible things?" Kiki frowned. "Sure, as long as you don't fall out of it again."
"I can sit inside it, Kiki," he laughed.
Tombo opened the window. As Kiki aimed her broomstick for the small opening, he kissed her on the cheek.
She flipped upwards, smacking right into the ceiling. Tombo gasped as she floated down like a tattered butterfly.
"Ow." She smiled.
"I'm so sorry! Are you okay?"
"I'm okay." She staggered over to the window. Seeing as how witches' magic was linked to emotion, Tombo's kiss had sent her right over the edge. "Bye, Tombo," Kiki said, hovering slightly.
He lifted his hand. "Bye, Kiki."
And with that, she was gone.