Julian looked down at the piece of table in his hands when she gestured to it. He let out a cry of surprise and released it as its legs grew out from the bottom of it, quickly taking the form of a table once more. It clattered to the ground, a complete table once again and he leaned over him, examining it diligently. "Curiouser and curiouser," He muttered as he prodded the table with a claw. He looked over to the broken window he had used as an entrance and watched as it repaired itself. 

He 'huh'ed at the sight before he stepped once more over the bar and took a seat. "Interesting," he said as he pondered on his new interesting information. His fiery eyes eventually locked onto her, a frown forming on his face. "So does it fix anything that's been done? What if you decided to redecorate? Would it undo everything you did? And if you learned that the hard way, how much did you get painted before you found it all back to the wooden walls again?" His mouth quirked up in a broad grin once more.