She frowned with exaggerated doubt. "Skilled in table arrangements." She held up a finger, ready to list off what would so obviously be in this fake article. "Speaks at least 3 fashionable languages." Another finger. A third finger came in equal tempo but she had already run out of readily available unnecessary attributes. After a pause she gave up the count with a small dismissive wave. Clearly she didn't know what made for an ideal wife either.

She clucked her tongue, returning the nudge with an elbow. "A lady must keep some secrets."

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