Elizabeth snorts at the image of Norrell shitting a brick. Both metaphorically and literally. Oh man, she needs another drink or she's going to giggle too much.

"Hey now, I can spin this-- 'Mister Norrell, I realize that while I'm learning so much from you, I feel as though I must do what all baby birds do-- stretch their wings outside of the nest~'" At that, Elizabeth stretches her arms up and out as though she were halfway between relieving her back muscles and flapping. "'Could you spare me to go make my own way, if only for a little bit sir?' That's good, right? That's really good!"