[She's really not sure what she expected here. Certainly not this.

But the flying carpet is solid, and has a clear personality. How is it thinking?! Where is its brain? Her mind is reeling with questions, that she's not sure she can ask.

So she just...rubs her hand across the fabric for a second, just like if she were petting a cat.

This is the weirdest thing that has ever happen to me. And that is saying a lot.

She takes her hand back and starts typing again.]

Sorry.

I've never seen a[She cannot believe she's typing this] flying carpet before.