Mr. Spices seemed displeased at the hurry the majority had in hearing the reason for the summons. It shook its head under the cloak and took a huff from the hookah before spreading its arms and speaking up in its high pitched voice: "All this laid out for you, and still you would choose to go right into the matter at hand? Despite all the preparations we have seen?" Part of the colour drained from Lady Monica's face. Had they displeased a Master by being more interested in them than all that they had generously offered? Was it offended? Would it not share the knowledge with them now that-
She wasn't quite done with the panicking by the time Mr. Spices set the mouthpiece of the hookah back into its place and laughed. A Master laughed, pleased at something that the Parasol-toting Poet now began to realise. Offerings were quite largely the style of Mr. Wines. Of course! Spices was only pleased that they had... oh dearie her, she had these brash individuals to thank for handling this situation properly. They had won over the Master for her. She should keep count on these people. Do a good turn for them in return one day, perhaps? Assuming she would ever get to know their actual identities... she reached for one of the other mouthpieces and inhaled some of the smoke herself. The steam was pleasantly sweet tasting, and... oh, one could truly feel the Master's expert touch in this. She hadn't had anything quite this fine since... ah, but that visit to the Labyrinth was a whole another matter. It could wait. The Master was speaking.
"There is a certain individual whom we formerly considered an important agent. We have heard worrying news of their latest activities, and... the varying areas of expertise of the people invited here will prove quite handy in chasing them down. You. You have shown initiative. And your very presence here should tell you that we did not find your skills lacking. Now perhaps you can correct the mistake of... no, let me not get deeper into that", it explained, already quite lengthily. It was not the complete story, but it answered the questions asked from them. The Master took another huff for themselves, waiting to see if the more impatient of the folk were going to make good of their promise to tuck tail and move away, disinterested in the whole ordeal laid before them.
Lady Monica, for one, was one of the last to even consider such a thing! To work directly under a Master's command... it was quite the exciting thought for her to be sure! She had, for the longest time, worked only under those that worked for the Masters, her name having risen in their knowledge, but even then that usually amounted to nothing but Mr. Pages sometimes looking the other way when the Ministry had got their fangs on one of her publications. But now... oh dear, what an opportunity this was! More of the hookah steam was inhaled in celebration, all the while she spun her parasol again, the small ribbons flapping quite happily in the air. She was obviously downright giddy!@Lady Selune@Sofaking Fancy@Gordian Nought@Templar Knight@Mortarion