He drained the teacup as she read, obviously taking her time and paying close attention to Romilda's words. She'd surely see that the girl deserved to write pieces a little more serious than advice, her opinions were well-thought out, and the newspaper could benefit from that, especially a younger voice.
Flipping the journal closed and gathering his notes together to place it neatly on top, the edges of the parchments squared with each other in a somewhat fussy manner, Robbie nodded, happily satisfied that he'd managed to convince Josephine to meet with Romilda. "I'll certainly have her do that. She'll be very pleased. Thanks, Josie."
"There's nothing else, is there?" he said, sincerely hoping there wasn't. He'd had quite enough of depressing talk lately, and now they'd moved past the politics, perhaps they could talk about something normal and less mentally taxing, like the weather or her garden or something. "Want to take a turn around the garden?" he asked, putting on a silly posh voice in mockery of all the period films his sister had liked and made him watch over the years, raising his eyebrows airily and cocking his elbow out in offer to Josephine.