She sensed the younger woman's hesitance to talk about magic, and she was pretty sure she understood why--or at least some of the reasons why. When you started to talk to someone about it, they tended to think you were crazy or they thought you were going to turn them into a duck or something. But she had a feeling there was a little more to it than that this time.
She grimaced at the mention of demons. "Banishing demons. Always a good time," she said wryly, tilting her head to the side, then moving to pull out two mugs from the cabinets above the sink.