She couldn't help but laugh the whole time the easy conversation had been going on. She had apologized about the wait, explaining work had been busy lately, but the subject mostly lingered on how the dogs were doing. She was glad to see them so happy in their new home, and thankful she had the chance to see it for herself. When they sat down, her laughter stopped. Mostly because Curt suddenly became very serious. Whatever it was must be pretty bad. But then he said he needed her help. Him, and other people like him. Her brows furrowed. What did that even mean? Were there others who could grant wishes too? 

When he asked her if she would hear him out, she paused. It was hard for her to believe anyone would need her help for much of anything to be honest. Her best skill outside of her work was cooking. Although her brothers liked to claim she was a good singer. After a moment, she nodded her head. "I'll listen." She agreed quietly. "I at least owe you that much, after what you did for the animals at the clinic. Thanks to that news segment, we have a waiting list for adoptees so full we're back-logged for the next year."