"No argument from me here," Hecate said (though she could have said something about his use of the term 'old fashioned'- did he mean 'right'?) She downed a good portion of her tea, still on the slightly uncomfortable side of hot, and scanned her eyes over the Key once more. While not technically the kind of key she was normally associated with, Hecate was still feeling confident that that association would lend her more power. Sometimes, with magic, you just had to be a smartass with words and let that confidence power you through.
"You find that salt then," she said, standing. "I'll change Clementine again and then we can make our move."