I'm sure she suspected you were a minor something. Pain in the arse, most likely. [ She flicks the sole of his foot, but doesn't actually shove them out of her lap, instead just lifting the reports up above them to keep reading. ]

I'll need to go to Wycome at the end of the week, [ she tells him, glancing over and then turning a page ] And Antiva after for a few days. If you wanted, I could meet you at the cottage on my way back. Check in on it.