Although Penny had certainly heard of a cuckoo clock before she hadn't ever had the pleasure of seeing one in the flesh. The tiny doors flew open and the delicately painted bluebird sang the cutest little song she had ever heard. Already, the gears of wonder were turning in her head. What sort of instrument did the clock house to allow for the bird to make music likeso? Was it simply the sound of the gears turning inside or were there actual strings that were being plucked? She itched to start the process of dismantling the clock, but knew that would be an endeavor to start in the morning lest she be up all night working on it.

Her bad habits had improved somewhat, it seemed.

"I've heard of them," she answered once the bird had retreated back within its house. "But I've never seen one, no. They were just going to throw it away?! It's so beautiful." Even wizarding folks could appreciate the artistry that went into designing such a clock. Or, at least the wizarding folks who were willing to live life with open eyes. "Thank you, Nemo." She said with a broad smile in his direction.