*doesn't think she needs to commiserate aloud regarding the uselessness of staff when it comes to anything more complicated than their tiny errands* *clucks her tongue softly, though Jingle responds more to the forward shift in her weight than to any vocal prompting*
*as she draws up alongside you, conversationally* In truth, it is a relief to leave the studio to its own devices for an afternoon. We've only just come down from the sweep at the Cathys.