Mary Grace steps up next to Pouch, camera out and recording. Honestly, she isn't sure how much of this is even gonna turn out. Regular ass magic and technology get a little funky plenty of the time. Who knows what old bug magic would do. But she's getting a WizPulitzer for this if it fucking kills her.

"Did you just say your heart?" she asks, stepping to his side and zooming in on whatever he's looking at. "That sure as hell sounds like a good omen."

Standing up straight again, Mary Grace takes another few steps into the basement. She moves to the pinball machine that is, regrettably, not Snoop Crupp-themed, and twists one of the handles.