"Are you sure?" Steele asked as he stood in the house's entryway and glanced around.
"We raised six children here," the man who'd hired him explained.
"And it looks it," the woman beside him added.
Steele nodded. His magic would fix every scratch and chip and gouge and mark. It would make the house as it was when they'd moved in, or possibly even better.
"Are you sure?" Steele asked again as he pressed one hand to the nearest wall and felt the house's decades within.
"Well maybe we could just paint?"
Steele nodded. He sold a lot of paint.