"Oh! No, not at all." Malou shook her head with a reassuring smile, "I was just sharing a break with a friend when your owl came in." Much to Mable's surprise and Malou's. It had given them something other than work to discuss on their break though.

"I-" Malou was rather unsure where to go from here, but trying to ignore Mrs. Bagshot, she found herself adding. "I had not expected anything at all. And in truth, I feel awfully horrid I have nothing for you." Her pale hands gestured in a small movement as she found herself staring down at her lap. She had felt much more comfortable behind a Christmas tree with Mr. Prewett than in a drawing room, but perhaps that was more so that she was rather nervous about what to say to Mr. Prewett with Mrs. Bagshot right there.

Thankfully Mrs. Bagshot took that moment to excuse herself from the conversation and drew her husband into a conversation on the other side of the room. A tactic that Malou had seen her employ before but well now... perhaps Mrs. Bagshot's trust in her was rather more misplaced than either of them had expected.