Ellen rolls her eyes, but says nothing. She'll have plenty of opportunities to discuss this with the Scribe later.

(He's a good man, but Lord, does he have social skills worse than her own sometimes.)

Madame Theodosia, the red-headed Franklin Girl, is waiting at the House's front entrance. "That was quick," she says, arching one eyebrow. "I hope you aren't trying to put one over on us."