"You own your own store?" Raleigh leans her chin in her hand as she looks at her. "Isn't that like... really hard?" Because she's thought about it. She's thought about it, because her boss sucks, and she knows she's underpaid, but she figures that there's got to be a lot more expenses she doesn't know about, and that it's really hard to own your own business.

That's what she's sort of been raised to think, anyhow. And then her brows shot up, and she shook her head slightly. "No... no, sorry, I'm just- I'm not.... with the magic stuff." She doesn't want to say she's normal, because here it seems like she's anything but. She's just a person, as far as she knows - no magic powers, no turning into a cat, no premonitions. "I mostly just make pastry, sorry." She frowns, because she really did want to help, but.... well. It seems like it just isn't in the cards.