"Definitely makes cravings, for anything really,--" Anything at all. Food. Things. Places. People. Everything. "--easier."

It, also, made a very clear reflection of you not wanting to be somewhere when you didn't appear there, and went right on not appearing there. For a week, a month, a few months, a few years. It didn't change that you still could feel the exact flavor of the location. The well-worn path, like fingers on a wall, the taste on your tongue of something so familiar, that you just chose not to give in to, but never forgot the exact steps for.

How many times had she considered it, and how many times had she just talked herself right back out of it.

"And languages can be handled." There's a wave of her hand. Magic did a lot, and only so much in some ways, too.