"Thanks, I appreciate it."

Willow waits patiently while he looks around, and makes a face when his answer is less than helpful. That's disappointing. "Well. It was worth a shot, anyway. I'll figure it out, or, you know, wake up."

"No, this isn't really typical," she answers with a shrug. "But then again, I'm sure a lot of people dream about different things each night."

The butterfly takes off suddenly, excitedly flying around between the two of them. "Willow! What about a spell?"