[ Robby is listening, at least; telling by the crease of his brow, the frown he wears as he takes the information in. The incense -- yeah, he knows about, Tory fortunately explaining to him how they work. Useful, for sure, but sounding like an item that needed a moment to be set alight, to get to working; or just knowing ahead of time an encounter with a beast was going to occur.

But a witch; nothing shows on Robby's face, but there is an internal debate. What does being a witch mean? When you have the witches who believe they're hexing famous people over instagram, the kind who promise they're making love potions, they actually exist -- and then you just have the kinda chill people who aren't doing anyone any harm, just living a way of life. ]

Magical incense is pretty witchy. [ --and that's where he has to acknowledge his uncertainty, of where this girlfriend's credibility lies; or more Robby's assessment of what he thinks about witches. The crease eases on his brow, and he gives a tiny nod. ] --Sure, uh, if she doesn't mind. I live with someone, she's been here longer than me. I dunno if she's already got anything set up, but she says beasts show up there often.

[ The cost of wanting a nice backyard. Robby wants to ask more about this guy's girlfriend's witchiness, but it feels kinda...rude, and there's probably a better - and more proper - question to ask, his arms folding lightly. ]

Would she want anything for them?