[Ronny gave her hand a gentle squeeze and gave her a small smile as they followed the man to the office, once there and seeing the options for sitting were a couch or chair, glancing to her. If she wanted to sit in the chair, he was fine with that and understood. The couch was big enough for two people, though, and Frederick would have had no interest in it anyway.

So sitting was entirely up to her.

The superintendent moved to gather some cups and the tea together, stretching out a bit before pouring some tea that could be left still steeping. It had some minor healing qualities to it, enough for a scratch, minor bruises. nothing that would be more permanent.]

So the question now is where to begin. I could tell you that you've been on my radar for a long time, all seven of you, if only because Gwynne forced her way in. And you all fit the archetypes so well. The March Hare being... Maybe a bit more skittish and a bit less insane, but not everything can be a winning pull, right?

[There's a grin as he passes the tea out to everyone before taking his seat

Meanwhile Ronny wasn't quite sure how to feel about the fact his title-sake was, in fact, insane.]