"Well aren't I the posh one, then," Irene replied, lifting a brow as she slipped on that insisted-upon dress with a slight uptick in speed. (Just in the name of not actually pushing Amaya all the way over into uncharmable irritation, rather than just pressing all the luck she could.) "Hope I didn't give you too much trouble."

Though how much trouble could one little ermine cause, anyway?

The book, of course, would be noted shortly enough now that Irene was back in possession of her keen eyes and a curiosity that would have put any member of the weasel family to shame.