Ginny looked up as the two men entered the kitchen. She had found Plumbum, or maybe he had found her, and she sat curled up on a chair with her knees drawn up to make her lap into a bit of a nest for him. "Hullo, Adrian," she said with a little smile. "We were just discussing how much of a test to give the Tiara this evening."
She'd pushed the bottle of scotch to the other side of the table to keep herself from pouring another glass.