"Pretty much anytime we can find fifteen minutes to focus on it." Saturday grins a little lopsidedly. "The nice thing about my kind'a magic is you don't need anything but focus to do it. Don't gotta trance out or nothin', just open the, you know." She taps the middle of her forehead, over her 'third eye'. Then she hesitates.

"...mind you, I've had some real spectacular luck with it. Like. Getting sucked into another dimension by mistake kinda luck. Or my eyes gettin' burned out... not all the time!" she hastens to assure him. "But for me it's like, if it's gonna go wrong it's gonna go all the wrong. So middle of the column wouldn't be the best place."

It's fine, everything is fine. They are both very reasonable, mature, sensible magic-botherers.