"You might be able to cook a reasonable stew, but whatever it is you're cooking up with this idea of yours I want absolutely no part in it," Oliver said.
"…This is why I can't ever bring myself to like you," Amelia said, folding her arms across her chest, and bringing her lips into a pout. "I was being nice to you, and you can't even bring yourself to be nice back?"
"Amelia, I think that's enough…" Pauline said, arriving just as Amelia began to grow impertinent. She wore a rather frightening look on her face, masked behind a false smile put on for Oliver's purposes. "I do apologize, Ser Patrick. I ought to have come to fetch her sooner… I imagine she was bothering you."
"…No," Oliver said, heaving a long sigh. "She has been more useful than you might expect. Apparently, she's cleverer than she looks."
