"This afternoon should suit perfectly well, Mister Ellis. I have some work to see to on behalf of the Division first, and then some papers to file in the Felandaris office—I do wish someone would come along to lead the project. The office is becoming rapidly unmanageable without anyone being there full time. I have been thinking of suggesting it to Mister Dickerson, you know. He clearly has a passion for the thoery, and is no stranger to the task of keeping up paperwork and seeing that a place be arranged in a certain kind of order. Mister Stark doesn't care for him very much of course, but I suspect it to be a matter of the two being somewhat unfamiliar with another and so easily remedied."

Wysteria turns her hand, knuckles bumping him in her eagerness to swat away this dovetail in the conversation while she sucks in a breath and girds herself to continue chattering along.

"Yes, the afternoon. I'll see that I've all the materials necessary, so come by the work rooms whenever it is you've returned to the land of the living. Please and thank you."