Miranda relaxed with the signature done. It was all official; she had done her job. She smiled back at him, happy that she'd joined yet another person with his object.
"The easy answer is magic; the hard answer has to do more with the nature of reality and such. Think that information is all above my pay grade. Seriously though, it is amazing. I think about it sometimes, and then I usually get a headache and feel the need to have a good bit of sugar." She laughed, shrugging.
"I'm not much help in the hows or whys, but I'm pretty good at the whats and wheres. Usually. Sometimes. Often." She looked at the box then up at him. "So, it's a good thing? I've heard some stories, and seen some people look very disappointed. But you seem happy enough. I like it when people look happy."