She smiled, languidly, and nodded a bit. "There. It's easier to glamor something into something like itself than something totally different. Making a pencil look like, say, a key would be difficult. Making it look like an apple would be very, very difficult." A pause, then she says, "Try a pen. That shouldn't be too far off. Picture the pen you want, in as much detail as you can." Her hands were warm, and she murmured, lower, a soft phrase in a language that felt old, the way the symbol she'd made of salt had. "That's the charm. When you're ready - don't rush."