*lightly, as the waiter takes away her empty starter dish* Well, I daresay you apply yourself whole-heartedly to the task. *teasingly (as though you and she are intimate enough for in-jokes and humourous asides)* Tell me, Ecthelion, have you learned how to say no to my son? I suspect it is nigh-on impossible but when he was a child - on Arda, I mean - I am sure that his father and I never managed to refuse him anything.