It was hard to gauge the mind of the inanimate - even if Winnifred claimed to speak with them as people she'd never dare to say that they were human.  There were gaps in understanding, though she loved them...and usually they weren't this chatty.  That's what the end point of this line of thought was.  Maybe Winnifred needed to find out how sassy her own door was.  Did it have any gossip to spill about the sugar ants that she's been going on a scorched earth campaign against?  Did any bobcats come by and talk about their love lives?  She needed to know.

What she had in curiosity she lacked in tact because at around this point she forgot to lower her voice.  Just below audibility, she squinted and thought out loud...

"...I'll take your advice to heart.  I'm already wary enough."  She got most of her dating advice from architecture.  "But you're certain...they didn't bring along any priest here?  Just spoke about it, no visitation yet."