lets go get it then. can u carry anything??
i dont know if youre magic or what

[she turns towards the garage door to head out again in the direction of the remembered painting: it feels like the least she can do. Jan wonders if a literal magic carpet ride is in the offing for her, but she also doesn't want to ask. begging for a piggyback from a stranger would seem awfully intrusive if they weren't a carpet, so carpet people are the same... probably.]