She tilts her head, one eye squinted shut. “Not really. It depends on a lot of factors. Like, using the moving shit example, I can shift a cup or something like it’s nothing, but if it was a more ‘complicated’ thing, like, say, a... I dunno, a mouse for some reason, that would be a hell of a lot harder because it has a will of its own.”

She crosses her arms on the countertop and rests her chin on top of them. “And the bigger the outcome you want, the more complicated the spell gets, and the more likely it is to fuck up. Again, if I just wanted to shift a cup across the table I’m good enough that I wouldn’t need words to do it. Just a note or two. But for something big, I’d probably have to bust out an actual song. Any song, really, as long as it’s got a kind of mental association for me with the results I want.”