[If Oren were here, he'd have words for Jacob about how he was behaving towards Berna. Luckily, he is not here and Berna is perfectly capable of letting the blunt manners bounce off of her. One way is addressing Morgan first about his dishes.]

Oh yes, those dishes you purchased? Perfect for salads, the vegetables will taste much crisper and fresher than before.

[To Jacob she glances at him enigmatically.]

My deal? I'm a witch, an artist, and a grandmother. Nothing more, nothing less. Though I do have my obligations; if I catch wind of something tricky, or too disruptive, I will act. I was the one who asked Iona to retrieve that urn a while back.