Billie wasn't the most well versed in societal rules and etiquette (although she was trying to learn), so calling her Ama worked just fine. She liked it best when people were straightforward in the way they wished to be addressed. It dispelled a lot of confusion. Children were easier in that sense.

It was such a nice day; Billie was glad that they were to work outside. With a bit of a hop in her step, she scampered after Ama, being sure not to accidentally lose any of her supplies. When they arrived in the garden, she stared around at all the beautiful greenery, but her attention zoned in on the birds. She quite enjoyed birds, but she wasn't sure she'd seen some as vibrant as the one's in this particular garden. Not in Padmore Park, at least. "Do you feed them?" She paused, realizing that was a vague question. "The birds. There are so many."

She shooed her own questions to the side when they reached their destination, and she surveyed the fence with a smile. Painting fences was a task she actually enjoyed. It was fun to watch the wood disappear behind a layer of color. Or, well, usually white. "I can get the real low parts, easy! I ai--I'm not that tall." Sometimes being small had its benefits.