Aggie squinted at him for a moment longer before nodding. That was... usually a pretty good indicator he was being honest. "Just a minute, then."

She leaned around to look into the back room and called out, "Agnes, dearie, can you please go retrieve Agatha? Lock is asking after her. Says he owes her a favor of some sort."

Agnes called something back, but was cut off by a bit of a crash. Aggie sighed as a few more crashes rang out, but she wasn't willing to leave Lock alone long enough to go investigate it. A moment later, her sister poked her head into the main shop area. 

"Sorry, nearly lost the monkey's paw, again. Managed to catch it, though. I'll clean it up in a minute. A favor, you said?"

"Yes, owed by Lock."

Agnes nodded quickly and ducked back where she came from. There was a long stair around the side of the building to get into their living quarters if they were walking, but the faster route was to fly through a hole in the ceiling at the back of the shop.

It took Agatha a moment to remember what "favor" Lock would be referring to, but once it hit her, she barely managed to contain a squeal of glee. She grabbed her own broom and zipped down the hole with a loud [i]WOOSH[/i]. She artfully dodged the mess Agnes had made in the store room, came through the doorway, up and over the counter, and skidded to a stop by the front entrance.

Then she realized she [i]might[/i] be acting a bit overzealous, and could be setting herself up for a trap. Or at the very least, embarrassing herself. She blushed and quickly hopped off her broom, patting down her dress in an attempt to show a little decorum.