It is, all things considered, a very nice drawing room. Portraits adorn the walls and the heavy drapes are open to let starlight from the moonless night through. There's a table far too small for the large room with a pot of tea, a set of tea cups and an arrangement of cookies and fruit. Two oaken doors are firmly closed to one side, and to the other a single door is slightly ajar, the sound of sobbing coming from past it. Every once in a while it's possible to hear a page being turned in the other room as well. The drawing room on its own is silent, save for the ticking of a grandfather clock and then, with no prelude, an exclamation.
"Might just be size? As far as I know the Mediterranean doesn't generate hurricanes or typhoons, so I don't think it can just be salt content. But I haven't studied this."
"I don't think that's true, most people would have told me to be quiet after I started discussing downdrafts, or left."
"I can find your interest in the weather entertaining without also having my own independent interest in the weather."
"Oh. I wonder if that's what Lucette is doing. For a while I just thought she was being very polite but then it turned out she actually was paying attention to what I said."
"Well, she still knows more than other people and gives me very nice weather books on my birthday each year and reads the weather books I give her on her birthdays."
"My parents brought me to a dinner at her grandfather's estate and Lucette didn't mind me and they were desperate enough for me to have a friend to make me more normal that they decided she was better than nothing, even if her mother married a commoner."
"Well, I don't bite people for interrupting me when I'm cloud gazing anymore."