Having her words* paraphrased back at her like that makes them hit home. It is not a proud moment when they do.

“Oh, god, did I really say that?”

Guinevere covers her (apparently nice) face while laughing and cringing at the same time.

Yes, she’s been a mess. Later, she’ll mentally hit herself upside the head while recalling their conversation. But right now, she’s too far down this hole to properly salvage the situation.

“Um, thank you? And I’m so sorry. It’s been a long, long day. Clearly my brain needs a break.”

Her mobile buzzes. It’s another text from Mrs. Taylor.

“…And yet it seems I still have work to do.”

The sooner she can get over to the Taylors and soothe their nerves, the better it will be for everyone.

“I really ought to go.” She turns to leave before realizing her rudeness. “I’m sorry. Again. It was nice to meet you…” What was his name? Oh, right. “Lancelot. Hopefully, next time I’ll have my head together.”


*[Actually, they’re Tennyson’s words. Shhh, don’t tell him that I borrowed them.]