Her statement makes Trixie chuckle a little. "That sounds about right. Strong personalities and sometimes poor hygiene..." She makes a face at the thought of the time she ran into someone who'd been working on potions for almost a week straight... There was no excuse for not taking the time to clean one's self in an academic setting.

If she knew about said pockets, she'd be asking all sorts of questions about them. She's managed to create an area that was limited in size, but also had no weight limit that she'd yet to find. If she could combine the two... she'd never have to worry about space in her wagon again.

"Fruitful in both the metaphorical and physical meanings of the word..." Trixie was well aware it was a bit of a bad joke, she just couldn't help herself.