In fact, it's probably astronomically high-yet...here they are. The notebook-it might as well be a journal except for the obvious connotations behind where it came from-opened upon the table, Strange looking over it with scrutiny.

"Eh, a bucket?" Carly asks as she listens to the warnings of warding. Carly herself has seen fit to cast a line about the inside limits of the trailer room; purple flame, unable to burn anything, will stand there once she wills it, and from there she's ready to pull up a cloak of the energy-sapping substance on demand. "...I have my fire ready to absorb anything if it can...." Hoooo. From here there's only one thing to do. The page is turned to the First spell.

"...Are you ready?" she'll ask, as soon as the candle and bucket are handy.