So, she was still talking to her, was she? Parsee harumphed and narrowed her gaze as she regarded the strange looking, short little gemstone for a moment. "Confidence would require me to be good at something," she said, snorting. She waved her hand with wand caught between her fingers. The gestures were as sloppy as her clothing. "Sense magic." Her tone was as blase and non-committal as she could manage. It was almost like she was intentionally sabotaging the spell.

A second later, her hair was on end, a puff of smoke going everywhere and there were flowers sprouting from the tip of her wand. Her face was as non-plussed as before. "See?" Not that she expected Peridot to do a lot better, though. Chewing on your wand couldn't be good for making it work properly.