[She blinks, seeming to take a moment to sort through... well, he has a way of pointing the conversation in many different directions all at once and then treading between them in a way that sometimes makes the real thrust of the point difficult to grasp, doesn't he? But eventually, having discarded the bits about who thinks about whom, in what rate or capacity, being not entirely sure if its a compliment or an insult or something between both, Wysteria lands on:]
Does it? Good lord, I can't imagine why.
[Indeed, so great is her bafflement that she doesn't even have anything long winded to follow with.]
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Does it? Good lord, I can't imagine why.
[Indeed, so great is her bafflement that she doesn't even have anything long winded to follow with.]