Glad that Piper hadn't pushed things, Phoebe nodded a bit. "New, just coming into their powers recently...and they're young, Piper. Younger than we were when we found out what we were. They could make mistakes, bad ones, and not care about the consequences because they don't have a reason to." She nodded a second time. "I agree. We can get binding spells ready...and I think maybe you should start making some potions, just in case. Plus, we need to figure out some more magical defenses for the prison against a hell god."
Phoebe blinked in surprise when Piper looked up and spoke as to the Elders - or their Grams - then let out a laugh, shaking her head. "You know sometimes I do even days later. Maybe I'll get one at some point to help us. I'll keep trying, at least," she promised with a small smile.