"Oh, I'm sure it wasn't that long ago!" The conversation's going well enough that Avan sticks his head through the doorway--at an angle, so the puffball on the end of his stupid floppy clown hat is left dangling comically in the air, as well as the big curled pigtails the fae have also saddled him with. So, like, whatever else Rosie might have going on, at least she can take some comfort in the fact that she is decidedly not the person with the least dignity in this conversation.

"Would you like me to get you some food or anything?"