She does indeed have some fire-witch going on, and she is also a member of the royal family of the Enchanted Forest. Those are definitely both true.
"Hmm. Why a bag and not a sleeve or a hat?" Magic person flicks her lenses around some more. "I could sleeve you a hat."
"I don't wear sleeves," she says. "Or hats. Hats get lost, sleeves catch fire."
Magic person puts her spectacles back in her own hat and her hat back on her head. "Do you have a bag on you that you'd like worked on? I can poke at it while we travel."
"...I have to work on it while it's empty. I can start now, and then you can pack everything up when we're ready to start hiking, or we can start first and I can start when we've quit for the night, what's your preference?"
"Hmm... start when we've quit for the night," she decides. "Less total packing and unpacking that way."
Magic person nods. She flits about her house a bit more, putting things in her sleeves and a few of the more fragile items in her hat. "Do you want to go soon or not-so-soon?"
Magic person tosses a few last minute things into her storage space. "Well, I'm set whenever you are," she says.
When they are all outside, magic person snaps her fingers and says sternly to the doorknob, "Broom salesmen are not your friends, they cannot come in for just a minute, you will stay closed till I am back."
The doorknob wiggles a little in what might be an acknowledging fashion. Magic person pats it and sets out through the path that leads between her herbs and her vegetables.
"Anything else I should peer at while I'm in the environs of the palace?" inquires magic person. "Other less famous fascinating magical artifacts, other adorable childhood graphical models of things?"
"If Mom really likes you, she might let you look at the sword."
Magic person looks like she might be about to swoon. "Tell me how to get her to like me, please?"
"The ways of Mom are mysterious," says Tony. "Be nice to her offspring, employees and subjects, don't break anything that didn't need to be broken, and at least she probably won't dislike you."
"I'm very nice," says magic person. "I wanna look at the sword." She sighs like she has been carrying on a long distance pen pal romance with the sword.
"Are you sure looking at it is all you wanna do," snorts Tony.
"Well, it probably won't let me touch it," she says. "Not comfortably, anyway. But I would really like to look at it."
Magic person throws her head back and laughs. "Oh, this is the most amazing day," she says breathlessly.