Which is, really, all she might reasonably hope for. So rather than argue the semantics—of which there are many whose dissection she might happily avail herself of—, she simply nods her satisfaction before drinking down the last of her tea. Good. Agreed.

"Well," she says at last, setting aside her empty cup. "Now that we have resolved the question of both my hobbies and our way forward with respect to funding, let us turn our attention to the thing itself. I have been thinking that though there is certainly some benefit in being conservative with our materials—choosing, say, to cut the stock from whatever lumber if convenient to hand—that it would be far more convincing to see that the piece we eventually present for reproduction possesses some marked visual appeal. We will have a few rough hewn iterations for our own initial experiment, of course. But for our master model I am rather keen to have at least the lumber imported from Orlais. Something of a symbolic gesture, as it were.

"So if you are not entirely opposed to the sentiment of the thing, I will fetch the bottle waiting in the kitchen and we will transition to sitting in chairs, at which point you may give me all your opinions on the subject of sourcing materials from there."