With that timely interruption, the last few minutes, and all the unanswered questions that go with it, are not forgotten ... but at the very least, for now, they can be put aside. Lambert automatically turns to Pig, chuckling softly as she bumps against him, lifting his hands to check that the bit hasn't cut into her mouth from such sudden movements and then crouching down to make sure she hasn't accidentally lamed herself as well. Even as tough as a Mudsdale can be, it doesn't hurt to take the precaution, and it gives him something to do with his hands and an excuse to keep his face turned away for a little bit.

Inspection done, he glances over to the magician and his dog. "We should head back." And there it is again, that small, ever-present smirk that never really quite leaves his expression. "You gonna walk, or can you pull that trick again?"

The best way to get better at magic, after all, is to use it.