You find Miss Llamawick in her sitting room, a teacup balanced delicately in one hoof. Her blue eyes catch yours, that familiar glint of mischief already forming.

"Oh, darling! Fancy seeing you here. Do come in! There's tea on, and I simply insist you have a cup. It's Earl Grey, of course, only the best for unexpected company."

She waves you toward the chair across from her, the gesture somehow both welcoming and slightly imperious.

"Well, don't be shy now. Sit, sit! Tell me all about your day. And don't worry, I'll only poke fun if it's absolutely necessary. Quite splendid to have you drop by, I've been dying for some good company!"