It's-- well strange is rather an understatement, isn't it? [She admits, tapping out an absent and restless little rythmn at the edge of the desk with only her forefingers.] But you know, I don't really mind the shit part. You know, the war business and all the arguing and so on. I know I should and Mr Rutyer has said a hundred times that it matters and of course he's right. Though, oh! Please don't ever mention to him that I said so. But all that is-- well, it's very easy to be academic about things that are new, I suppose.
No, if there is a thing that bothers me then it's entirely in-- [Here, a pause. Then:] You know, I don't know that I'd even be able to explain it. In the things that should be the same but aren't. Is that normal, do you think? It must be.
[Tap-a, tap-a drum her fingers against the wood once or twice more before she forces herself to stop.]
Oh look. I see we've done our due diligence now. [She moves to collect the plate, empty now save for crumbs.] Thank you for all your assistance with it, Seneschal.
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No, if there is a thing that bothers me then it's entirely in-- [Here, a pause. Then:] You know, I don't know that I'd even be able to explain it. In the things that should be the same but aren't. Is that normal, do you think? It must be.
[Tap-a, tap-a drum her fingers against the wood once or twice more before she forces herself to stop.]
Oh look. I see we've done our due diligence now. [She moves to collect the plate, empty now save for crumbs.] Thank you for all your assistance with it, Seneschal.