"What kind of price?" Finn asked as he pulled another pint for someone down the bar and slid it over. This whole witches thing wasn't exactly old hat to him any more than sirens were. His family had always just had abilities, little things no one else did. It was as much a part of him as his business sense, even his brown hair and thin frame. It just...was. Just happened. Wards and potions and spells? Those were the things of movies and books.

"So long as the Earth witch doesn't strangle me with the plants I ask her to help me grow, I think I can do that."