Strolling into the teashop, Yzma arrived at the scene. Dressed up quite fancily, long feathers coming out of her violet hat, but that wasn’t so unusual for her. She adjusted her boa as she sat down in one of the tables in the shade, as gracefully as one old lady could in a seat, after all a diva knows no limit on elegance.

Yzma looked around her, taking in the scenery around her. Honestly she was much more use to being in the dark for the most part, but it wasn’t like she was allergic to sunlight or anything. Yzma does get out when she can and when it’s necessary, but rather keep to herself than anything else.