Finally, a new episode of American Horror Story Coven! The desperation had built to a fever pitch. We got a lot of what we had been promised this week: plot progression, murder, gif-able moments, and a very special cameo. Unfortunately, with so much backstabbing and deceit, it was tough to derive much from anyone’s choices. But the White Witch herself had a few choice moments, so let’s use Stevie as our guiding light.

Coven-tional Wisdom: Four Lessons We Learned From Stevie Nicks This Week on American Horror Story Coven

LESSON ONE: Be generous.

No one earns a legion of fans by withholding: Stevie Nicks shares her time, her talent and even her signature scarves. (And her twirling lesson constitutes more actual teaching than Fiona has done all season.) If Misty’s loyalties are ever tested, she’s probably 50/50 on the current Supreme, at best. But she’d follow Stevie into a pit of fire, and not just because she knows how to survive that kind of thing.

LESSON TWO: Step outside your comfort zone.

Not everyone is an actor, but there’s no harm in trying something new! Cordelia could have used a little of Stevie’s influence this week. She’s so hung up on not being an awesome witch that she can’t recognize all the other things she might be awesome at. To be fair, she does perform some last-minute exploration of her destructive potential, but “breaking flower pots” isn’t really a career path.

LESSON THREE: Have a sense of humor about yourself.

Many stars wouldn’t have found a winking riff on their persona to be quite so amusing, but Stevie dove right in as part of the spelling bee. Maybe if sanctimonious Joan had loosened up a little instead of being such a Judge Judy, she wouldn’t have had to chug that bleachtini. No, marga-bleach-a. Um… Sex on the Bleach! I knew we’d get there.

LESSON FOUR: Know who you are.

This has nothing to do with Stevie Nicks, but have you gone through your group of friends and figured out which witch each of you is? You know someone with a lethal vagina, surely. And a theremin player. Maybe even a headless racist? My crew decided that I’m Nan (not even joking.) Read into that what you will.