“Yeah, I am.” She looked at the little house for a few long moments, a little sadly, then shook herself out of it and left.Kipp made sure to put the knife blade side down in an outer pocket of his bag so he wouldn't end up stabbing himself. "Thanks." He shook his head, "Less work to keep them clean... Or maybe more work." He said, realizing she'd have to wash the same outfit more often. He shrugged, it didn't really matter either way it would be the same amount of washing whether it was one outfit or ten.
"Are you ready to go?"