"You call that proper?" Rita comments dryly at the lame display. Nigella might be impressed, but she sure isn't.

Whatever. They've got work to do. "Yeah. I should be able to burn them, but..." Her gaze drifts upward, to a car tangled in strings against a wall, suspended high over the pavement. "I can't do this carelessly..." Simply burning away all the string at once would cause the car to come crashing down dangerously. Maybe there's a way to slow or cushion its fall...

Rita holds a hand over her book and wills the pages to flip themselves to search for an appropriate spell, occasionally shooting a glance back up at the strings to study their placement.