"Should I sit here or does it work just as well wherever I am?"

"Oh, wherever."

"I think I will go back to the garden. Thank you again."

"You're welcome. Again."

And back to the garden, singing.

After about half an hour someone tries to do the fingernails thing.

Her fingernails are just how she likes them.

Is she sure?

Yes. She would have grown them more or less if she did not want them just so.

But is that very important? She'd better be very very sure.

She's very sure. They are her fingernails and no one else gets a vote, even if they have bizarrely strong fingernail opinions.

The magic fades.

Good.

A few hours later, how does she feel about the temperature of her arm?

It's fine, thanks. It should keep doing what it's doing.

But what if no.

Surely her own arm would not violate her expressed wishes in this way. It is her arm.

But what if no.

Her arm her rules.

In another fifteen minutes, blue?

They've already had this conversation. Not blue.

Okay but blue.

No. Not blue. She is not going to change her mind.

The next one is a few hours later and the magnetized toe one.

Her toes are not magnetic and will remain not magnetic.