"Excellent. Then we are of an accord." She set the scone back down and sipped her tea, savoring it for a moment, the heat rising from the glass. Then she set the glass down and passed Malia a card, sliding it across the table with one well manicured finger. "You will have a week in which to decide on a particular activity and consult with others. Let me know what you decide to do at your earliest convenience." This is sounding very business arrangement-y.