Truth be told, Jules wasn't doing too awfully, it was more that she was a little horrified at the thought of people she didn't know well knowing about the real nature of her writing. She was horrified at the thought of a good many people who did know her well being aware, as well, although those were mostly family. Maybe she'd push herself, try to write something that wasn't totally horrific, one of these days.

"Maybe she's missing said screws because neither of those things exist here." She's got laughter in her voice, again, and picks up the wine and taps a finger against it with a bit of a questioning look, seeing if Em would like any more. "It could be that all we needed to do was make her feel more official as a monarch, or something like that."

A quiet little snort of a her own, and a grin. "Desperate times call for desperate measures, hm?"