"These are more or less my points exactly." Mel expounds. "You will that something be done and KERWHUMP!!! [he claps his hands loudly in the dark] the thing is done.
"Casters come in all different hinds, and it seems to me that it ends up that there are dozens of ways to get a job done, and each caster has his down set of predilections as to how to go about their particular kind of casting. Some are so presumptuouss as to believe that "their way" [air quotes] is best, or the only "right" [air quotes] way to get the job done."
"Mom used to regularly substitute yams in her recipes for sweet potatoes, and you know what? We were still fed, that's what."
Mel mumbled to himself for a moment before continuing on. "In Dullstrand, I knew this fellow who could cast spells, but every now and then I'd swear that he'd use a pinch of gravel instead of a pinch of sand or even dust - metaphorically speaking, of course.
There was a lady I knew in the Menowood, name of Laeritin, she made the best black bird stew...never got a beak or a finger in it, she caught the birds herself. I never did understand how she caught those things. I mean, the fly and everything. Quick and shifty too. [mumbles for a moment]. Oh, yeah, Learitin, she was very close to the animals and stuff and she told me that the material component wasn't really all that necessary anyway. Instead of using yew (not you (pointing)) she might use maple or oak. She said that it might have an impact on the spell, but the results would be essentially the same." *yawn*
"What a boring subject. Why did you bring this up, anyway?"
