The Wizard greets Terrence's arrival with a nod, waiting for him to get settled in before she says anything. She eyes the card that he holds up and is fairly amused by his question even if she doesn't show it.

"Maybe." The Wizard responds, before bringing her hand up and holding a printed version of the tiny illustration up over her face. It's obviously magic that she had a big mask-sized version to hold up, but it still is the same face.

"Is this satisfactory?" She asks, from behind it.