Four years. That was longer than Amy had been in this timeline. She'd have to make more of an effort to get to know people outside of her art classes. She sifted back quickly; the transformation came much more naturally to her than it did for her mother, maybe even easier than it was for dad. If he ever came back, she'd ask him.
"Nah, Aunt Maryanne's never been shy. What brings you out here?" She asked when she was fully human again. She glanced at the knives. "Do you hunt?"