It was better that Abbi had come up with this idea after Quiggley's first lesson rather than before as well she didn't exactly read rules and she would have never knows of his love for apples. Good thing she now knew.

In her hands fresh from the kitchen was not just one apple but a whole basket of them. He couldn't resist that and she'd even bring him more if he wanted. She just hoped he'd help her and perhaps that was why she was still debating whether to tell him the whole truth, half truths or just make up some whole story as to why she wanted his help with a specific matter. She'd give that choice an impulse decision when she'd need to speak, for now she lightly knocked at his door and took a seat.

So comfortable, like if the Professor was busy she could totes wait here all day.