She takes half a second to marvel at the beauty of the world, at the strength in her limbs and the smoothness of her own voice, the magnificently precise control over her own body. Then she turns to Blair and smiles.
"Yes."
"Not yet, no," she says. "But the real test comes later, I think." With people.
They go find some innocent wildlife. It is easily located, easily caught, easily killed. It is not easily table mannersed, but that will come with practice.
After her third she pronounces that this has been enough innocent wildlife for today for her taste.
"... Unfortunately now I don't have much to do immediately," she observes. "Hm. This may have been a flaw in my plan."
"Well, Blair ran out of books, but I didn't, if you haven't lost your taste for reading aloud. One of us could also nip out and bring you something to read. You don't seem imminently about to require subdual by two people, although if you require it by one I'd be better at it than him."
"No books for now, but later, probably. Thank you, though." She looks contemplative. "What I would really like to know is if I'm a witch or not. Because, kind of important. If I am one, it's not immediately obvious."
"Well, you may not be. If you are it will manifest one way or another eventually."
Yvette looks up at the sky.
"Magic powers, magic powers, become known to me, something something, poetry?"
"Are you also allowed to eat the goat or does that invalidate the sacrifice?"
"Actually, as I understand it, eating the goat is traditional. The Greeks did that, then burned some of the nonedible parts so the pleasant smell would waft up to the gods."