The noise. That right there was possibly the best argument -- fatality rate aside -- that Willow had ever heard against the use of firearms and assault guns. Noise pollution. Seriously, one shot was enough to scare the bejesus out of a whole block of people. Or it did if you were in the right neighbourhood. She guessed if you were in a neighbourhood where gun crime was A Thing then people might just start a little and shrug it off like a-- "What about fireworks? Like when they're aimed somewhere sensible and not up someone's drive or the window. -- Oh! Or party poppers? Those're cool." 'You're not even sure she knows what you're talking about.' Uh, well, true. But the best way to find out was to just say it and see what Star said afterwards. "Hold up." Because the part where she just used magic didn't make sense in Willow's mind. Or nor, it did on a very strange level, but she didn't think it could be possible. Could it? 'How am I to know?' You're the familiar. 'And? You are the witch.' Haze just looked at her, almost like her eyebrow was raised. Alright, stalemate. "Just use magic? Without making it?" It was the part about spinning it into something else that made Willow's eyes widen, made worse by the blunt statement that the iron in environment would kill her. Had her face changed colour? The witch had to resist the urge to find a mirror to make sure she hadn't paled. She felt liked she had. "A lot of iron is used," she admitted, automatically patting down her pockets for ingredient-shaped things when she knew they weren't there really. When she couldn't find them there, she automatically followed her mind around the store for the thing she needed. Shelf, shelf, display, shelf, counter, shelf-- Hell, I'll pay for it later. "But not by me. Though I guess I'm not as allergic as you." Damn, how many things there had to be that Star just couldn't use. It was a thought that was brushed to one side as she wondered how much her mother would murder her for nabbing merchandise, then dropped it all on her little 'reading area' behind the counter and ran into the back for a cauldron plus... distilled water. Well yeah, the details made the difference.
'Neither do I. They could have the same conversation far faster on the same device,' Haze said pointedly, as if Willow had somehow done her an injury in the past by not doing just that. The blonde was not completely sure that was actually the case. More like the cat had no patience. 'Is this one of those staring competitions?' she asked Star cautiously. If so, she was certain she was not going to lose. If not, then... why was she being stared at? It didn't help that Willow just found her thinly veiled confusion deeply amusing. "Tell me about it. I like to stand behind the register and do reading on all the customers when I'm supersuperbored." Oh, the things she had learned. And Star had pointed ears. Which she knew, because Venus had told her, but now she could see. That was a pointed ear.
'The directions to Neverland are second star on the right and then straight on until morning,' Haze said knowledgably. 'You have to fly to get there.'
"Who let you watch Peter Pan?" Not that she actually objected, but the panther was usually too logical to go for something like that. "V said you turned her room into a snowglobe," Willow laughed. "Just a little snow is like... a lot of snow when it's inside and not supposed to be there." Did she know a water elemental? "I know an earth elemental who turned into a fire elemental for a while, does that count?" What?
'Lilith Landers.'
"Oh yeah. There are more in town as well. -- And yes! because that's like a big red button that says 'Do Not Push'." Which meant that she obviously had to.