"Ohhhh, Billie murmured in understanding. She scrounged up the dust pan and started to sweep one of the small piles she made into it. "Rich folks always want things all fancy. Even their underclothes!" The latter comment she whispered so loudly that it was a wonder why she had even attempted to be quiet at all. The waif didn't even realize saying such things was impolite, either. Oh well. Her mother had worked in a well-to-do household and occasionally was drafted to do laundry. Being her daughter, Billie was also forced to help, and she could never get over how decorative even the children's clothing was.

She emptied the dust pan into a bucket and moved to gather up another pile. "Do them designs make 'em work better?" She asked Gideon, curiously. Fancier boots lasted longer, so maybe prettier wands did, too. She cringed slightly, realizing that maybe it was a stupid question, so she turned and went back to work scooping up piles and dragging more curly bits of woods out from under a table.

"When's the magic comin' back, anyways?" Billie had heard about the fog's effects on magic, but she didn't understand it in the least. Or anything really, though, she tried. She assumed Gideon would know far more about it than she did!