[she doesn't let the spell go until the little shark is safely secured in the net, and then the ghostly vines fade away with a faint, brief sparkle. She can't help but lean closer, just a little, to get a better look]

I can only imagine the chaos it would have caused in there . . . [she glances up] I would think that would be a good place for it.

[a pause]

Is there an ocean here? I haven't looked around much since arriving.