"Indeed I am." He watched her approach, and held out his hand - he wasn't terribly worried about being attacked with cutlery. Especially not by this one. He took the fork, set it noisily on the plate, and briefly entertained the thought of leaving it with her. But he'd probably have to come up with a real plan to get her out, and goodness knew what she'd do with it in the meantime. "So I did. I must have been distracted. Perhaps next time you'll keep your mouth shut, and things will progress more smoothly." He couldn't imagine why ... but the mice were making it very difficult to stand calmly by. He had no doubt they were infesting the rest of the house too, of course. Miserable place.