[ at least someone gets it... thank you hong lu. her cheer is certainly different, and she beams as she takes a pen from behind her ear to scribble them down. ]

I shall add thy questions to the list I am preparing should any of our others arrive. Also, should Sir Vergilius make an appearance, we are to say this is merely for company promotion... or, ehm, something of the sort. He will be very angry, at me.

[ she can already hear his gritted Don Quixote... ]