Mona sidled back into the office, cradling her cup of tea, a cloud over her normally sunny face.

"Hello, hello," she said tiredly. "How are we this morning? I've got my tea, thanks Mikayla."

She sat at her desk heavily and adjusted her glasses, pulling some parchment toward her. "I'll admit I'm afraid to begin anything, for fear we'll be wisked out of here to sit in some big farce of a conference like clabberts."