Unless something else comes to me in a dream, [is repeated back with a brisk nod like agreement and maybe, just a little bit, the faintest flicker of pleasure. Very good. Conspiracy triumphantly conspired.]

Well. I suppose that's all then. Thank you and enjoy the day, Monsieur Bastien.

[This is a far less dour goodbye, albeit no less brief. With a swirl of skirts and a stamp of her hard soled shoes, Wysteria leaves him to his extremely trying professional responsibilities shortly thereafter.]