When he mentioned Abigail, she looked over and started to ask - but then decided not to. She'd already heard about Abigail's dad trying to kill her and killing her mom, and decided that it was probably for the best that she didn't really push that. Besides, it was pretty rude to talk about a friend's privacy that way. She wouldn't do it to Ty, and she wouldn't do it to Abigail, either. "Engines are kind of cool, though I know absolutely nothing about them."
The thought of feathers distracting a fish was kind of an odd one, and she shot him a slightly dubious look. "Do fish even have much of a mind to distract? I mean, I remember reading somewhere that some of them can remember things up to something like a week or so, but...I don't know. Shiny things make me think of birds moreso."
Tandy blinked at that revelation, then smiled a little. It was nice to have someone else around who was from there. "I had a friend back there who was a detective. Brigid O'Reilly. She was pretty cool." Even with the whole split self thing going on - and she wondered how Brigid and Mayhem were doing now. It'd been months since she'd seen the woman...or her own mom, who Tandy just realized she barely thought about most of the time.
"Anyway, I know how to make gumbo and how to fry crawfish. And I can make decent beignets and cornbread, so I'll let you know when I do," she told him as she pushed away the thoughts of home. By now they had rounded the hotel and reached the greenhouse, and Tandy pushed open the door to step through.
"The shed's back here," she told him before heading towards the corner furthest away. "You should've seen this place when we first got here. The greenhouse was full of dead crap, and the shed was practically falling apart. It took a while before I even found it." Thanks to a ghost.