[Watches with unfeigned interest at the levitation, holding her pumpkin close. She usually cared for the state of her clothing, but today, she didn't mind. She had just leaned of 'showers' and was still having fun with the novelty of cleaning after herself.]
I do? But why? They're just like you.
[gestures to the shattered pumpkin... if he can tell at all that's what she's pointing at.]