"Right," Darcy affirms, "and the thing-" were... tears a kind of water? Obviously, but did it count for the magic? Dimitri hadn't been confused at anything she'd said, so maybe it didn't count?

Darcy indicates for him to turn around for the couple of seconds it takes her to change shirts, then pats him on the shoulder and sits herself down where she usually holds court at the corner of the couch.

"Sooo..." a vague gesture. He can start wherever he cares to.