You’ll be glad to know, [she says, supremely proud of herself,] that I have not yet beaten up your boss.

[Well, she hasn’t had the opportunity to even find the man. Though, if some other threads were to continue, she might have soon enough.]

But I’m glad he let you come to the party! Come, let’s keep trying stuff. Do you know what fae grapes are like?

[The thought occurs to her, now that she’s thinking back about grape survey kid’s grape survey. Surely the fae have good odds of having weird grapes?]