Don't make fun of my art, Sir. I don't make fun of *snickers* yours.
*reaches for her coffee and takes a sip, grimacing, because it's gone cold* I may break for a coffee run, Sir, as entertaining as this conversation is, I just-- *breaks off as the phone rings*
*answers* Hello, House of the Golden Flower. [...] Yes, Lord Glorfindel's House, or the remains of it at any rate. [...][...] Well, no, I don't think that will be possible, ma'am. [...] Well, it's just that the Lord of the House doesn't have anywhere to accommodate an exorcism. [...] No, that's right, not even his own. [...] *ever so pleasantly* I'll certainly pass that on, ma'am, and may I return the sentiment? [...][...] Do you kiss your mother with that mouth, ma'am. [...] Okay, then! Buh-bye!