“A Herbologist and a florist. You must have a lot of talents.” Clifford breathed out a laugh; the most he did with herbology was grow a vegetable garden because it was much cheaper than having to buy them - he saved money where he could. He didn't make a note about her broom habits because it wasn't if he actually cared if she flew on them or not. What happened to the wood after it left his farm wasn’t a worry to him. With money in hand, they could use it to burn London to the ground for all he cared.

He shook her hand and then wiped it on his pants again as she let go. Cliff never was a fan of touching other people when he could help it. “Well, it’s impressive. The show.” He mumbled. There were a few items he’d like, and if one or two disappeared up his sleeve on the way out, that was his business. Ms. Potts was quite excitable and it wasn’t something he was used to. He took a step back from her, cleared his throat and blinked at her.

“Uh… I guess?” He wasn’t sure if she’d pick her bags to move in when she visited and the thought sounded terrible. “Payment and address, I’m assuming? I’m at home most of the time, and if I’m not, my brother is -” and his sister, but she was still a child and would probably pester Ms. Potts endlessly about everything. “Although I guess I should be home if you want a tour…” Nervous. Cliff was nervous about having someone visit his home and he wasn’t sure why.

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