"Ah, that's lucky," says Jones. She's shuffling through some papers on the counter at the same time; mostly invoices and such. Nothing interesting. Then again, she wouldn't really expect the interesting stuff to be here. "Where I live, magic's uncommon, and, worse—policed. Bunch of nutters who think they're serving men-turned-gods who think that no one else should have the Knowledge Supernal. So we don't usually talk about it to people who aren't already in on the secret, so to speak."

Nothing much else here except a bunch of bobbins and a few partially-burnt candles. Actually, thinking about it, she's used up her seance candles, hasn't she?Seems like a good enough opportunity to replace them. Jones picks one up and—

—startles almost enough to topple off the counter backwards, though manages to retain her balance.