[She's not quite smiling, not yet, but she's leaned over the table a bit in the universal signal for "keep going."]

Expanding outward from pies. Ingenious. [She believes she knows the type. But pranks can wait while there's magic afoot.] A sock curse must be dreadful. Imagine trying to do the laundry like that. Tempting fate with every spin cycle.

[Uh oh, she's getting a little carried away here.] So, let's not use this as the next book of the month. I believe that's the general idea?