“Well, what brings you to call on me this morning, then, my lord? You certainly have thrown the Loontwill household into a tizzy.” She tilted her head to one side and strove for cool politeness. “Um, aye, apologies for that.” He looked abashedly at the chicken carcasses. “Your family, they are a bit, well”—he paused, hunting for the right word and then appearing to have come up with a new one of his own—“fibberty-jibbitus, are they not?” Alexia’s dark eyes twinkled at him. “You noticed? Imagine having to live with them all the time.”
