Target is a department store. [Hey, he's honest, he can't help it. Unless it's something important, then he lies through his teeth.]

I mean, if you want to give me a job then sure, I'll take it. Maybe I can write clever lines for your greeting cards. I dunno. Money is always nice where ever you are.

[And...with a dog named doom boner, he would never have guessed you were a very successful business owner, Jack. Never.] Uh, my name's Hanna by the way. And hopefully we can upgrade your opinion of me as more than just, yanno. Two brain celled lacky. I'm smarter than that, I just can't prove it. I was never a good test taker.

We'd be in real business if I still had my magic, but. no use dwelling on it.