[ They throw their head back as a disjointed, half-choked laugh escapes their lips. The petals on their dress rustle with some withering and falling by the wayside. For a moment they hang like that, leaning dangerously backwards until the need to certain their gravity becomes paramount.

Righting themselves, they shake their head once. ]

If only all our guests were as...thoughtful as you, Oleander. You have entertained me...which is a high honor.

[ They click their tongue, wearing a bemused smile. ]

I'll allow you one final question of me before our fruitful dance must come to its end.