Matilda blinked, automatically shook Rebecca's hand, and desperately, desperately hoped she didn't start blushing just because Rebecca mentioned Clyde's name - it would be hard for Rebecca to miss something like that, not to mention its implications. She cleared her throat and said cheerfully, "Well, I'm happy to report that he's said the same about you. Only good things, I mean. He's not exactly one for gossip." She glanced down at her cup and smiled a small, fond smile.
"Oh, yes, please do," she said, looking back up at Rebecca when she spoke. "I think it is best if you start, because honestly, I'm not sure where to begin." She picked up her cup, took a sip, and made an apologetic face. "Oh, that sounded awful, I'm sorry. What I have to say is nothing bad, I promise - it's just important, and unfortunately, there's a lot of it." She sighed and set her cup back down. "Anyway. Go ahead, I'm listening."