[Lying there in the bed, the slightly put off expression that Wysteria pulls must be involuntary.]

Well yes, but Lady Asgard is lovely. Anyone would say so. —My point is we are not friends and you don't wish to be. You've never gotten me a Satinalia present before. Not a proper one.

[That silly little portrait of the Empress last year, living now at the bottom of one of her trunks doesn't count.

(This would all be a more effective indictment if she weren't croaking it all out, pale and kitten weak. But at least the natural impulse to harangue persists. Surely that is good news.)]