Beverly couldn't help the double take as she slipped out of her coat - did that rake just do a thing like it was from the Sorcerer's Apprentice? She blinked, owlishly, and just decided to go with it. That was easier than assuming she'd lost her mind - which may also be a thing, who knew.
"By season? That's amazing," she said, taking Bill's arm when he gallantly offered. "How do you even grow all this anyway? It must have taken so much time."
Maybe that was where the magic came in - which, yeah, she'd be doing rapid-fire questions if that was the case. Her hometown was magic but in a bad way - in a nightmare fuel kind of way. Nothing so wholesome as growing fruits and vegetables.