Alice nodded, slowly falling down on one knee and then the other, her arms extended at her sides as though she were afraid she'd lose her balance on the way down. Kneeling. She'd have to remember to write that down. And then remember to remember to write that down. Maybe if she repeated it like a mantra.
"Oh," she remarked. Someone had said something about the full moon, hadn't they? She remembered hearing something about the full moon and werewolves. "I've been well, thank you, Miss." Alice remembered to answer the question. "It's pretty here, and I can hear the birds."