Planet? This man was strange. Everyone knew that planets were just small rocks spinning around the Disc. If it wasn't for the lack of pointy hat and prominent stomach Granny would have thought him a wizard. "Don't be daft," Granny said. "I ain't from no planet. I'm from Lancre. On the Disk."
She nodded when he agreed that most kings were fools. In the case of Lancre this was especially true since the current king used to be a court jester until a few years ago. But she assumed that everyone knew about Lancre so she didn't bother explaining this to the Doctor.
"Hah!" Granny said. "Good luck with that. I ain't bin there to see for meself but I bet the glass is no ordinary glass." She privately considered the power she'd felt earlier in the morning. It would be no ordinary magic glass either. "If I had my broomstick, I could check," she said wistfully. She missed her broomstick. It was old and faulty and you had to jump-start it, but it was better than being stuck in the middle of forn parts without even her hat.
She shook his head. "Not yet," she said. She hadn't even spared a thought about where to stay - she assumed everyone nearby would be ready to make space for her. "The journal..." Granny looked puzzled for a moment. "Oh, you mean the small black book?" she said, recalling.