"Everything's a mess; she's been cooking up a storm all week," my coworker said at me.
"What type - winter or tropical?" I quipped, trying to cover for the fact I'd been more focused on work than listening.
"Does it matter?" my coworker sighed dramatically, "Everything's damp, there's odd smells, lightning everywhere..."
"Lightning?"
"She says it's her specialty as a weather-witch."
I still think I shouldn't have started listening.