He had a bit of a point and she hummed along in agreement; being as in tune to the latest fashions that she could - and that was being generous - Adrienne found that identifying those were rather hard to keep up with. But his previous words had a profound impact on her, and she wondered how often he lamented his existence as a ghost. Then felt abruptly ashamed about that thought (though no less curious about the rest of his outlook on life).

He was a rather delightful man - if not incredibly and intrusively forward - and she wondered how often he talked with other people around the magical world. “Fully enjoy the fruits of life.” She repeated thoughtfully, reaching into the air to take her teacup again and sip contemplatively. “Are you a poet by any chance Mr. Wye?” She wondered if he had ever tried to commit his words to paper. Living as long as he had (if her estimate was right judging by his attire), she would be surprised if he hadn’t. Then again, perhaps he didn’t have anyone to help him with that. “I could imagine people might be much more forgiving of candid verse if it were in the form of a poem.”

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