What had she been up to? Only getting the best news of her entire life so far! Juliana was full to bursting with delight from the correspondence she had received only that morning, informing her that her research had been accepted and was going to be published. She wanted to sit in her room squealing with glee and dancing around to the point of exhaustion (although she had done a moderate amount of that this morning anyway, before she'd been interrupted by being called away to a social engagement with her mother).

She hadn't told anyone that she'd even submitted something, though, so she couldn't come right out with her good news. She would have told Zachariah, but she was afraid that he might judge her too harshly for her use of the pseudonym. She'd have to tell him now, though, because there was no way she could possibly keep this to herself indefinitely. Her research, in print! The culmination of all these years of work, going out into the world! He would have to be proud of her, pseudonym or not.

Jules wanted to make sure Zachariah was the first person she told, though. Particularly with all of the help he'd given her in getting introduced to the proper journals and publishing channels in the first place, back when she had first started writing her critiques all of those years ago — she felt she owed him a share of the good news. And he was the sibling most likely to be happy for her — she wasn't sure how Hugo would take it. Which meant she couldn't tell Rosie, either. She didn't think the two immediately confided everything to each other, by any means, but they did live together — Rosie would certainly mention something to Hugo, and he would probably disapprove. If she told him, Jules wanted to be sure she could control the narrative herself. Hugo could be so touchy about some things.

"Oh, I've been busy," she said with a grin, taking more than the appropriate amount of snacks from the tray as she realized she had forgotten to have lunch in all the excitement. "My project is coming along very well."