Tuni flushed a shade of red when the gentleman turned to look at her and said "bless you." It would be her luck to run into yet another of the men Witch Weekly had warned ladies from conversing with all in the same week. At least, however, he was polite even if he had been the one mostly inconvenienced by her maid's clumsy act of running into him. The poor woman looked as if she were about to have a fit for doing such a thing but managed to at least get the handkerchief to Tuni.

"And bless you," she responded in kind as the man sneezed himself, "I'd offer you the handkerchief but I feel as if that would be more rude than polite since I've already used it."

She could be polite, however, and help him with reclaiming his scattered papers. She slipped from her seat then and began picking up whatever papers she could find nearest to her before stacking them into a neat pile and handing them back to him. "The least I could do," she said with her usual grin.