Opening the door into the private dining room, I said, "have to be. Otherwise it would make the meeting a mute point for you." Looking at the table, I saw the Greengrass’s gathered around and minding their own businesses. Astoria was leaning on her hand, trying to stay awake. Daphne was writing in her grimoire, taking notes over the teleportation circle sketches I left for her before leaving. Florian was reading a newspaper, his eyes flitted about the page while he was drinking his tea. Adorabella was busy writing out letters, the slough of papers next to her showed how many she had completed. The fact that she wasn’t copying them meant they were tailored for each recipient. 