[ Magilou's laughter washes over Saber like an afternoon breeze and resounds in her like a drumbeat. A rare sound she resolves to hold close to her heart. ]

Deal. It would be my honor and pleasure to hear it.

[ She folds her hands under the table, thumbs pressing together self-consciously. If Magilou is willing to share more of her history, then it seems like Saber's prying wasn't out of line after all. Thank goodness... ]

In that vein, I hope you will always feel free to be forthright with me. Yes, witches are not typically honest, but I have not found you to be a very good witch.