[ Huh. It's so peculiar, the way she makes the distinction between witches (wizardkind?) and non-witches (...non-wizardkind), like they're a different breed entirely. Living with them, but they also might as well be living in different countries.

Peculiar, but also interesting. His lips press as he considers it, then he nods. ]

I don't know anything about witches, so if there's any hiding in plain sight where I'm from, you do a good job keeping to yourselves.

[ A joke, the twitch of a smile. He hits his hands together, throwing a look back at the house, then points a finger at it. ]

Uh, do I need to let you in, move you around the garden, or? [ He chuckles lightly, a huff. ] I mean, I could make you a drink since you came all this way...

[ He feels a bit useless, not sure what to do in these circumstances - he doesn't get witchly visitors often, and not those that renovate the house with magical protection. Does it take long? She at least deserves the offer of a drink. ]