Ella was unphased by the curse words. Even though her Papa tried not to, he didn't always keep it under his breath. Neither did Mama most of the time... especially when it was directed at her father.

"I bet it's a little more comfortable though," Ella hadn't expected it to be as fast as a broom, it didn't exactly look like it was built for speed, but she thought it might be almost as fun. At his question of coming back down, Ella shrugged. "How?" Did it work like a broom? Just shift her weight around?