He can't help the startled look for a moment - she's never heard of a swamp? Well, lucky her, perhaps - they're not the most charming of landscapes. But it's the matter of magic that captures his attention.

"Oh? Might I ask-" He winces at the breaking of the pick, assuming it to be the fault of his wandering attention. At least, unless Amelia's hands are shaking noticeably against his. "There I go again, sorry."