Oho! I can certainly appreciate that you would try! But no, I've no quarrel with you.

[Also, trying to talk to someone who's sitting up in the loft while on the ground is annoying, so out comes the half-scissor again, Timekeeper seating herself on it as it rises up to bring her closer and at eye-level. Or maybe a bit higher than eye level. Sidereal, meanwhile, huffs and sits on his haunches by the door, alert and on guard.]

Rather, I have come to pick your brain a little - and ask a favor, if you end up so inclined. I would let you ask a price, of course - I am not that unfair.