"Usually, no. Plausible deniability is the name of the game when it comes to your antics, sir." Her expression turned serious for a moment as she added, "unless it's necessary to aid a friend of course. Then my door is open."
Suddenly feeling silly for even making such a statement, she forced her smile bright again. "How are things going for you and your brother? I saw that those clever journals of yours seemed to be attracting a crowd to your shop."
She cocked her head to the side and eyed him a bit closer. It was driving her slightly mad not knowing which twin this was. "I don't supposed I could convince you to hold a beater's bat," she asked suddenly, "It strange that I could always tell you apart in the air, but here I'm coming up blank. Care to give me clue?"