You're talking to a witch, products of boredom are open to interpretation.

[And she downs her drink and sets it aside on the bar, kicking off her heels so she can go the rest of this evening barefoot (even if it's all starting to wind down). She does look pleased, though, less so now about the snow and more about what he's just told her, so she adds: ]

But if you're guessing I do half this stuff to make people happy, then you'll be right. [Don't make her flash a pout at you, Bones.] You don't like it?