"Oh, it's quite all right. The fatigue can do nothing but pass." When the leaves were secure in their jar, she smiled back at him, dusting her hands off on the apron over her dress.
"Yes. Every living thing has magickal potential. We have it, herbs have it, every being has it. I am, as you say, a surgeon of sorts. I go into the magick of the leaf and 'operate' on it - altar it. Does this...does this make sense?"
{AN: It's so hard writing a serious post with Austin Powers playing in the background >.< . And it's all fine! The fig tree is just outside the greenhouse, in the garden. She doesn't go far. =D}