The witches of Sam's aquaintance would be tough to convince, considering the last time he spoke to them, they were hexing him.

Painfully.

"We might be past being picky, anyway. And you," he glanced at her, lips curving in the slightest of possible smirks, "need another couple of days."

Quickly: "We can send away. New books, set up some new cards. Prepare."