The look doesn't quite register - or, rather, it does, but she's so used to being thought of as a little peculiar, odd, strange, that it just glides off her like water off a duck's back.
A musing hum. "Bits and bobs. I haven't found myself very taken with anything just yet, but something is bound to pop up. I just haven't been looking hard enough, most likely." Watching Em for a moment, Jules chuckles a bit. "Well, I will do my utmost to produce something worthy of your attention. Something very fun. Very normal, if you like." If you wanted fun, normal... smoldering, excessively smutty romance, of course. She clears her throat a bit, reminds herself to try and pull it into something resembling another genre - any genre - if the inspiration struck her. It sounded a little desperate.
"Oh, no, we absolutely still have the Queen. She's in very fine form, actually." Finally taking up her lighter, Jules flips it open, flame blossoming and setting the end of her cigarette to glow with practiced ease. A long inhale, and the smoke leaves in a pale stream with her outward breath. Her is serious for a moment - just a moment, because mention of the Queen actually leads her to think of the Queen's Council and thus her father, who she misses, along with everyone else. "Maybe you've just needed the right ambassador all these time, hm? I'll see what I can do. It could be that putting her face on postage and currency will be more than enough to negotiate some terms."
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A musing hum. "Bits and bobs. I haven't found myself very taken with anything just yet, but something is bound to pop up. I just haven't been looking hard enough, most likely." Watching Em for a moment, Jules chuckles a bit. "Well, I will do my utmost to produce something worthy of your attention. Something very fun. Very normal, if you like." If you wanted fun, normal... smoldering, excessively smutty romance, of course. She clears her throat a bit, reminds herself to try and pull it into something resembling another genre - any genre - if the inspiration struck her. It sounded a little desperate.
"Oh, no, we absolutely still have the Queen. She's in very fine form, actually." Finally taking up her lighter, Jules flips it open, flame blossoming and setting the end of her cigarette to glow with practiced ease. A long inhale, and the smoke leaves in a pale stream with her outward breath. Her is serious for a moment - just a moment, because mention of the Queen actually leads her to think of the Queen's Council and thus her father, who she misses, along with everyone else. "Maybe you've just needed the right ambassador all these time, hm? I'll see what I can do. It could be that putting her face on postage and currency will be more than enough to negotiate some terms."