Though she's hesitant, Rita takes a few more steps closer, trying to get a better look at the bone... or, more specifically, at the magic composing it. She listens to his explanation as she does, but at the end of it, she lifts her gaze to stare at him with a dumbfounded expression.

"You use magic bones... as bullets... for cards and gifts?" Rita repeats slowly, not fully comprehending. "And that's... normal, where you're from?"

Because it sure doesn't sound normal to her.