Oof, don't call them that, hon. Wishes are dangerous in the hands of a... [ She stops walking and probably would have facepalmed if her hands were not occupied. ] mage. Wait, I've been acting like I can't do that anymore.

[ Putting the pot down and the chef's knife in it, she stands and makes a gesture. There are several clumps of weeds along the road that seem to stand out a little more, perhaps even glowing blue. ]

Hah! That still works! Can you see it?