"I can't believe that the Belles of St. Trinians wear their symbol and you don't..." She murmurs that, not intending for him to hear, as she takes the paper from him and looks it over with approving appraisal. "Consider it done," she says, as she neatly folds it into sixteenths such that it will fit neatly into the rather small pocket of her own. "It's not like I have anything better to do.

"What have you been doing, anyway," is the new question she poses, putting her chin in her hand in the mode of preparation for an extended answer. "Did you ever finish that bow."