Christine shrugged. "She'll send them back when she's done with them maybe. Or she will keep them if they prove useful? Not like they have any place to go."

She grinned and shrugged. "It could be a dream come true though for her. Perhaps she always wanted a house made of gingerbread. " The woman mused and rest a hand on her knee as she sipped the last of the wine in her glass. "They would be more work than their worth -at first! If they learn and work well, then they could make up for themselves. Maybe she could have them help her fellow witches build nice homes within a few years with hard work. They would have paid her back then."

She laughed with him and refilled their glasses. "Thank you, I find you so very delightful. I hope I do keep you entertained. " She always cared most about her own enjoyment but it was nice when it was shared.