Did I want to hear about this great money spell that she and her coven had done?
Elderhood obligates. Sure, I say.
Well. They all needed money, so they decided to do a money spell, right?
That's how it usually works, I acknowledge.
So, here's what they did. They all went out to a restaurant.
Then they all got salad bar.
She pauses meaningfully, to give me time to savor the symbolism.
Anything done with true intent is magic, right?
Ah, I say, nodding. These things must be done delicately.
And did it work? I ask at last.