“I’ve never heard of a mouse being brave enough to move into the same flat as a kneazle,” Rose’s explanation was given with a small confused smile as she watched Astoria tidy up as though ashamed by the mess or simply trying to hide what was scattered around her. “Perhaps he can evict it for you if it’s getting into your wardrobe and disturbing your collection of itsy bitsy clothes.” Another look was shot in the direction of the blonde, this time she watched closely for a reaction. “I didn’t know you’d designed clothes.”
Something had upset her flatmate and Rose what it was about the tiny dolls clothes that could have upset her so badly. Moving further into the room, she sat neatly on the edge, folding her hands neatly in her lap as she continued to watch with curiosity. “How was your day?” she began as though this was a normal conversation to have. “I had a tough day at work but it’s the weekend now so that’s got to count for something. There’s a match coming up, soon? Lots of planning for that I’d imagine. So, did you receive anything by owl?”