[b]"As amusing as that spectacle sounds, no. I shouldn't think that you'll be sent sprawling to the floor."[/b] A light hearted chuckle escaped Matilda's flushed pink lips as she sat up. [b]"And I take offence to your slight on my ladylike qualities."[/b] The tone suggested that she hadn't taken the slightest offence to Arthur's playful teasing, but she had to atleast be seen to protest her honour.

The ankle felt far sturdier with the strap on, so she decided to be incredibly brave and up she stood. Expecting the same unpleasant shock waves, she closed her eyes rather humorously. However, when the pain didn't come, her eyebrow perked and her blue eyes opened one at a time. Albeit in a tentative manner. 

[B]"Well, I'm impressed at your ankle strapping skills."[/b] Tilly concluded. The foot was by no means comfortable, but it was certainly less angry. [b]"Thank you. Would you like some tea?[/b] Having quite the sweet tooth, she immediately noted the scones and jam. A little disappointment surged through her at the absence of clotted cream, and she was half tempted to fetch some.. But the formidable Mary was sure to tell her off. The housekeeper was quite a force. Lovely. But terrifying.

[b]"Are you a plain scone, or a fruit scone sort of person?" [/b] She asked in curiosity, fixing Arthur with her gaze, [b]"I recommend answering carefully, or I might ask you to leave.." [/b]