Amelia nodded solemnly, remembering the catastrophe at the World's Market. It had been so fun up until that point, she thought, before noticing the younger witch's bobbing. A curious smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. Miss Fisk seemed to hold quite a lot of energy, even when talking about something she had been injured in; how peculiar. Amelia supposed, even though some days were hard on her, that no matter the subject she found joy and excitement in her work; why shouldn't Miss Fisk?

A snuffling noise caught Amelia's attention and she looked down at the same time as Miss Fisk. Penny was still curious about the small human, though Amelia reached out a few fingers and gently tugged on the dog's tail to get her attention. "Let's leave Miss Fisk and her niece to enjoy the rest of their day, shall we?" she cast a smile at Miss Fisk. "Do come back to visit; I have a feeling young Lily might like the miniature horses!"