*with a happiness that is so like her son's (because she is that good a mimic)* Well, that is the plan. I daresay that my son has everything under control but he tells me that there are a few rooms left over for me to potter around in. He also tells me that I'll have free reign so I'll try not to abuse it.
*pats Glorfindel's hand again* I'll do my utmost not to paint all the walls pink although maybe you like pink, I -- *suddenly stops, apparently having just realised that either or both of you might take that as some derogatory comment on your sexual inclinations* *blushes (because she is that good an actress)* Oh, I didn't mean to imply. *reaches for her water and offers an apologetic smile to both of you* I should really engage my brain before talking, I apologise.