She doesn't answer right away, but she doesn't say no either. She looks toward her little array of soldiers, then makes a series of tiny gestures to end the spell. "Brakebills is intense." Obviously. "After you graduate, it can be... hard to figure out what you're supposed to do. Magicians don't have to work. They can, but they don't have to. But suddenly you don't have exams, or classes, or anything you're striving for. We fucked around. A lot. Eliot was going to drink himself to death."