[ Natasha's lips quirk at being called out and she can't help but shrug as she glances back at the table she's occupied for most of the afternoon. The past several afternoons, actually. ]

I think if I tried to cram one more chapter of magical theory into my brain tonight, it might actually explode. On the plus side, I now know - in theory, at least - that magic should be able to fix that. But I'd rather not test that any time soon.

[ She leans with her hands on the back of the chair across from the woman, offering her a sympathetic smile ] Although I'd wager you know what that feels like, considering I think you might spend more hours in here than I do.