[Crisis only temporarily averted - she has designs on sidling over there while he's distracted, snatching that plate down, and tossing it unobtrusively elsewhere - she is prompt about unbuttoning her sleeve and turning her hand in such a way as to invite his. Yes.]

Go on, he would like to see you, [is seemingly said to the reptile, and despite how unlikely it is, the snake acquiesces to the request: slipping by degrees from under Wysteria's cuff, all dark shot through with lines of pale gold, her small eyes very black and her tongue curious as she extends toward Val's fingers.]

She came through a Rift, of course. [She hadn't asked Mr. Dickerson whether the snake had a name, but for the sake of this exact moment--] I have been thinking of her as Ribbon. She is very amenable, and has only tired to ignore instructions when I didn't word them properly.