She hid a sheepish smile at the compliment behind another sip of beer, then nodded her head. "Sounds a little wizardy, if you ask men," she quipped, "But all right then. I've got nothing better to do, and I'm sure you and--" She stopped herself from saying Legs again. "Dinah are going to want me out of your hair before long. Maybe while we're house hunting, you can fill me in on where I might be needed."
She might have accepted that she had a higher calling now, but she still wasn't used to the whole get up and go 'as the Spirit leads you' thing like Michael was. Maybe she should have been.
Or maybe she was, and she just didn't know it. After all, she'd wound up here, on Harry's doorstep. She didn't really believe in coincidence anymore. "I don't suppose you've given that poor thing a new paint job, have you?"