"It does," Juliana agreed sympathetically. Camilla Lytton was a delicate soul; she could not handle much of the real world, Jules thought. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, though. Camilla could exist on the social scene and rub shoulders with the high and mighty (or those who thought themselves high and mighty, anyway), which Juliana had never had any tolerance for. The more she learned of the intricacies of society life, the less patience she had for it; it all seemed exhausting. So Camilla could have that, and Jules would read the Prophet and investigate the underlying motivations of those society labeled criminals. To each their own.

"Oh, Camilla, you'd find it so boring," Jules protested lightly. "But if you insist, I shall let you know."

(She wouldn't, of course; hopefully Camilla would forget she'd asked in a few months).