[ though she knows it's extremely rude to do so, zita can't help but giggle at the description of witches and finds herself clasping a hand over her mouth to try and keep quiet.

something about the imagery in her head - a person in a rickey shack casually casting levitation spells at passerby on carts or horses or the like - reminds her of the carnival and helps chase away the worries that are plaguing her. ]

I- I- [ she clears her throat, trying to collect herself. ] I promise you- I won't be throwing spells about towards anyone while I'm here. Though that is an interesting way to make a first impression.