HIM: What is that?
HER: A cauldron.
HIM: You do magic?
HER: Can I help you?
HIM: The candles, too . . .
HER: Are you here for a reason?
HIM: Do you know who I am?
HER: Should I?
HIM: That doesn't really answer the (looking around) . . . No crystal ball, though.
HER: Why are you here?
HIM: I was hoping you could tell me.
HER: Do you know who I am?
HIM: Not exactly.
HER: Then how did you find me?
HIM: No crystal ball for me, either. (beat) You have a lot of books.
HER: Well, it's been lovely. Since you found your way in, I'm sure you can—
HIM: No. No, wait. I see things.
HER: What, like in your sleep?
HER: Those are called dreams.
HIM: But I see you. And then it took me a while to put all the pieces together, but . . .
He turns a palm up as if to say: ta-da!
She mimics the gesture.
HIM: Here I am.
HER: Here you are. (beat) Can I help you?