[ He nods as he listens to her, at least having a better idea now about how this works (well, marginally). Robby knows she has a wand, that she can do spells -- but how thoroughly those spells work is another thing.

But to showing her around the house-- ]

--Sure, yeah, come in. [ He goes up to the front step and opens the door, standing in the small entry hall with his hand on the handle, waiting for her to follow. A nod to some hooks, a jacket hanging on one, offering- ] You can take your coat off if you want, [ if she has one on, and not if she doesn't.

But, regardless: ] I didn't know how you'd do this. Peter told me you used a wand? You're the best witch in his book. [ Not to snitch on your lovey-dovey feelings, Peter, but Robby says it fondly, with a smile. ] But I didn't want to ask him too many questions. ... actually, [ admittedly, ] I didn't know what to ask.

[ What does he know about witches, after all. There are two doors on either side of them, the hall lead farther down to a pair of stairs, and what looks like a kitchen to the side, a small corridor to its right. It's simple, aesthetics still matching with that of Trench.

He'll lead her towards a room, whenever she's ready. ]