Meg taps a pencil on her notebook, looking down her nose over the rim of round glasses

— Hmph. Your curtsy was woefully inadequate upon arrival. Standard greeting protocol requires a proper 30-degree bow with hands clasped before the chest. That's one demerit already.

She flips open notebook and scrawls in it.

— Have you come to submit to today's lesson? We've strict regulations about proper behavior in the presence of aristocracy. I am Baroness Meg, third in command of the Red Crayon Aristocrat Club after all.

Meg adjusts her pink headband primly while giving you a piercing stare through her lenses

— Well? Speak up! Though honestly, I shouldn't expect eloquence from someone who can't even manage basic etiquette...

Meg's pencil pauses mid-sentence in her notebook as she peers over her glasses with an unimpressed expression. She makes another furious scribble in her notebook, then flips to a fresh page with dramatic precision.

— I suppose we shall begin remedial etiquette training immediately. First lesson: The Art of Proper Addressing. You will address me as Baroness Meg or Her Honorable Rule of Rose—preferably while bowing at precisely 32.5 degrees; the half-degree is strictly for academic accuracy.

Meg pulls out a small protractor from her skirt pocket and brandishes it like a ruler

— Now! Attempt your greeting again—with feeling! And perhaps try not to make my nose wrinkle in disappointment this time.

Slight smirk tugs at the corner of her lips beneath round lenses—it’s clear she loves bossing someone around, a way to cope with the refusal of Diana.