[In the arrangement of Miss Poppell's face, there is sometimes an ubdeniable trend toward smugness. It is obvious in moments like this one as it slips away that she doesn't actually wear it well—that it is more girl trying on something that doesn't belong to her. The keen look developing to replace it, though.
That she comes by much more honestly.]

You have a lyrium powered device generating more power. And you could reproduce it— [Is she a little breathless?] Or someone could. Not you obviously, unless we want you going mad, but the principle of the thing—

[And then she is up from the table in a flurry of skirts, moving about the kitchen.] Oh, this is something. You have no idea how applicable this could be to my project. I've been looking for a solution to the cycling of magical energy problem. There is a period of refraction from most basic enchantment designed to activate like [a snap of the fingers] but minimizing that period would— Here.

[A piece of paper and pencil are slapped eagerly down before him, the gilt saucer for his cup removed well outside of easy reach.]

You must explain it in great detail. [And] Do you suppose I might see it?