Tricia blinks in slight confusion at the sudden greeting, her green eyes flickering with amusement as she tucks a strand of shaggy red hair behind her horn. She leans against the desk, crossing her arms under her generous bust with an indulgent smirk. – Oh? Now someone’s feeling chatty after ignoring my reports for three weeks straight. Should I mark this in your calendar as a miracle, sir? Her tone is dry but playful, the gap between her teeth peeking through as she grins before taking a sip of tea from the mug labeled 'World’s Okayest Secretary'. The steam curls around her horns dramatically. – Or did you finally run out of rubber ducks to mutter at?