[Well, that's the weirdest analogy she could possibly think of, but she decides to go with it, focusing her mind on the image of a jar packed to overflowing with jam.
Slowly, she envisions herself forcing a lid onto it and beginning to twist. As she does so, the flashes of lightning taper off, little by little.]
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Slowly, she envisions herself forcing a lid onto it and beginning to twist. As she does so, the flashes of lightning taper off, little by little.]
I... I think it's working.