"Oh, see, I'm not a good witch, I'm a big ole scaredy cat. But the thing of it is, I'm fast as anything, can do polite, and most of all, I'm no kind of a threat. Mister Book, he scares folks. Me, I'm scared of folks. Harmless."

He chuckles, and then looks at her, a little confused by that last question. Scared further by its implications.

"It's 2019. Just turned, January."