Behind me, I heard soft movements as Agatha began fixing everything I had disturbed—stones realigned, chalk dust wiped away, board placed neatly beside me. The room returned to order as if chaos had only been a rumor.
After a moment, she stopped in front of me.
"It's almost lunch time, my lady. Do you want to have your meal delivered here, or would you prefer to dine in the dining room?"
My tail swung lazily from side to side, thumping softly against the cushion. Without lifting my face from the sofa, I reached blindly for my writing board, which—of course—was already neatly positioned within reach. and scribbled:
"Dining room."
"Then please wait here for a moment, my lady. I'll return once the table is set."
My ears twitched once in acknowledgment, though my face remained firmly planted into upholstery.
When the door clicked shut, the room fell into a silence.
