Well, so has Granny, but I'm afraid what she's got cooking is liable to blow her and the windows plum out of the kitchen.

Well, she is brewing up what you call a love conjure.

A love conjure?

Yeah, I don't hold much store with it myself, but Granny thinks that she can conjure up a fella right out of thin air.

Now wait a minute, maybe she can.

Do you believe in such things?

I remember one time back home it brought every fella within five miles of running.

Really?

Yep, she set the cabin on fire.

It's a dry deal.

That ain't very funny.

Of course, I'm very sorry.

But Ellie May will get a fellow.

I guarantee it.

When I throw my Love Conjurer on it, I want that smoke to blow all over town.

Ain't that kind of risky, Granny?

Ain't no telling who that smoke will blow on.

a chance we gotta take, Jeff.

You let your daughter get too old for picking and choosing.

Her best years is behind her.