"Only one of our cats is female, and she tends to stay as far away from the hallway as is possible," Sif explained, and then ducked under her desk, pulling out from underneath -- a medium-sized black cat, wriggling in her arms. "Like, for instance, under the desk. There's no mice under there. Do your job."
Contrary to that order, though, Sif just put the cat on her desk, where she stretched out and resumed napping. Apparently the appointment book wasn't all that important, or else a cat could just feel free to lounge on it.
She was also going to serve up a surprise, because Sif was a very bad seller, and in the barn's current state of being mostly a training facility, she didn't usually try hard to rope in clients. And so, instead of calmly asking when she wanted to book her next appointment, Sif only asked: "Like it enough to try it again? Loads of people only come in once, it's no big deal."