[And is Wysteria the sort of respectable young lady who might, once the moment has passed and she has some reflect on whether allowing a colleague (however infuriating, disrespectful, and patronizing) simply wander into some surly spirit reflects poorly on her nature, opt instead of interrupt him there on the step?
Well that much at least is a definitive Absolutely Not. Anyway, she is busy. If Monseuir de Fonce feels compelled to harras her as if he is the only person in the whole world, then it is only fair that he be slapped on the hand of it or have some decorative plate thrown at him (though they are running out of those; Ellis keeps having them pitched at him.) In her turnip cellar, Wysteria pulls her heavy leather gloves back on and resumes her work and is quite consumed by it.
When the knock comes, the moldy old mansion is quiet in reply. Then from somewhere behind the door, there is the sound of heavy footsteps on what must be the stairs. The door pops open a moment later to an empty foyer and the stale smell of dusty furniture.]
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Well that much at least is a definitive Absolutely Not. Anyway, she is busy. If Monseuir de Fonce feels compelled to harras her as if he is the only person in the whole world, then it is only fair that he be slapped on the hand of it or have some decorative plate thrown at him (though they are running out of those; Ellis keeps having them pitched at him.) In her turnip cellar, Wysteria pulls her heavy leather gloves back on and resumes her work and is quite consumed by it.
When the knock comes, the moldy old mansion is quiet in reply. Then from somewhere behind the door, there is the sound of heavy footsteps on what must be the stairs. The door pops open a moment later to an empty foyer and the stale smell of dusty furniture.]