"Barkley," Fifi repeats, her accent making the 'r' sound a little funny, "lovely to meet you." She approaches Honeysuckle next, a bit warily, and smiles at him- she's used to seeing horses, naturally, but not interacting with them. They're large, at times flighty beasts whose body language she doesn't always understand, and she finds it best to keep her distance when in doubt.

"An aravel," she says, glancing to the contraption, "that's what this is called?"