"Truly." Janet rolls her eyes, but she's clearly enjoying herself. Susan's fingers toying with her jeans don't hurt at all. "There are inflections, too." She holds out a hand and, as quick as thinking, her fingers ripple through a whole series of contortions, variations on which is crooked and which is tucked, the angle at which each one sits, et cetera. "That could all be the same spell modified for different Circumstances."