Gideon's answer had her pulling a face. That was vague! It wasn't as if wands could speak. It was likely clear to him that she had about a million other questions threatening to spill out her ears. Her curiosity, for once, was a blessing in the form of distraction.

When he invited her over, Billie beamed and quickly wandered closer. The balloon of thoughts in her head began to deflate, eager to get some sort of answer. Even though the Florida Man incident had blessed her with quite a few inches of growth overnight, she still found herself rising up on her toes and using her forearms to help ensure she could more closely examine the wands that had been placed upon the counter.

"Yeah, they do kinda look the same," she replied with a squint. Aside from small differences in the way they'd been carved, they all seemed like black sticks upon first glance. Her eyebrows furrowed, "But how do they know? Are all trees magic?"

She tried to recollect if any of the trees in the park seemed magical. Some she inherently liked more than others, but she could wave that off as the tree's climability or good shade.

Chewing on the inside of her cheek, she surveyed the four boxes, not exactly sure what she was looking for. Was she supposed to feel something? The one on the farthest right she frowned at, but she wasn't quite sure why. "Am I supposed to touch them?"