"If you think it's interesting, then it's definitely worth grabbing."

"I think I'm happy with my choices now."

"Restrictions banning necromancy, consortation, and potions, right? Last chance to add another complication or two? Only helps long term but there's a lot of long term to look forward to. If not..."

She extends her hands. "Whenever you're ready. Bet you'll look good."

"I think I'll actually grab the one where I have a bounty hunter after me for a couple years, seems worth it for improving my long term potential."

"Good choice. We'll have your back. Hmm, anything I forgot to suggest... Ah, mental fixation, that would get you four points of cap, right to the maximum. Makes you a little obsessive - bloodlust, curiosity, or paranoia are all inconvenient, but always having sex on the brain isn't nearly so bad. Want to go for it?"

"I.. don't think I'll notice the effect to be honest. So - yeah - absolutely."

She grabs Tesera's hand.

And the lights glow, then pour into Simone, and she feels herself rapidly changing; body, mind, and probably soul.

The big mirror's back out the next time she looks.

"Congratulations, you're a witch. Meet the new you."

Her first though upon seeing her reflection is: Who is that hot girl?

It takes her a while for it to sink in that she's the hot girl in the mirror.

She whispers: "I think it will take me a while to get used to it. Also, can we go somewhere else? The city noise is kinda overwhelming."

"Oh, wait, I can just..."

She opens a portal to a forest she used to visit as a kid. She hasn't been there in ages, but she remembers every inch of it. It smells like memories and safety.

Tesera mutters something, then steps through as well. "Where is this?"

"Acadia National Park, in Maine. I've been here many times as a kid, and it felt easy to open a portal to it. I should really get earplugs..."

"It's a nice place. But yes. I know of a gate to a witch community on the north edge of town where we came from, and... Maine, right? There's one in Portland by the ferry, there's a nexus there."

"Uh, I've never been there..."

She thinks about folding space, or just flying there, but then:

"Wait, I just realized... having magic doesn't mean we're not living in the 21st century."

She grabs her phone, searches for "Ferry, Portland, Maine" on Google maps, looks around a bit with street view, looking for a small alley, then opens another portal.

"Shall we?"

"Picking it up quickly, I see. By all means."

And she'll step through together.