Yes indeed, she has begun to speak. And she continues valiantly on even as her husband clamps his hands dramatically over his ears, saying first "I hardly see why I should keep you informed of every small detail regarding the renovation of my own home, Valentine—" before presumably being reduced to a shrilly insistent womp-womp-womp.

Eventually, Wysteria sets the ugly statuette beside her in the bunk and makes to slap away one of the offensive hands away by its wrist.

"—not dingy. It is charming. I believe it is meant to be a little gentleman or a ladywoman's study, for when I first arrived it was home to a great desk and a shocking array of all manner of chairs and the ugliest portrait you have ever lain your eyes on. The portrait has of course been removed to the attic, along with a vast majority of the furniture. But I suppose if you should be in desperate need of a desk, you might look to retrieve that one back down again. I recall it being rather ugly, but I trust you will only go about covering it with papers and books and Maker only knows what else in any case."

Short breath.

"Your first guess, at least, was correct."