[Veronique chitters again, then abruptly turns and scurries back toward the sanctuary of the chair, giving Richard a good view of her booty.

And possibly: a flash of nubbins.]

I have not seen it shed yet. But I have not yet investigated beneath her chair in... [hmm] some days, I would say. A cup rolled beneath it and I had to fetch it out again.

[He hands the bottle of wine to Richard and pushes past him.]

Open this as I fetch the bowl.