[In constrast, it would be very difficult to convince Wysteria that there is any point at all in quietly ignoring an invitation to have a conversation, no matter how fumbling the precursor to it. Somewhere, she takes up her crystal with considerable shock and delight to answer:]

Would you like me to come by your office, Seneschal? Perhaps we could talk through it together. I could of course be there in no time whatsoever. Would you like me to bring something fortifying to drink? Or a small piece of cheese or bread to nibble on? I find great comfort in a bite of food when everything is going wrong.