F-301-Lia: Secretariat Building, Private Dining Room
Farbello stares at her blankly for several seconds.
Then his severe face collapses in a burst of whispery, snickering laughter.
It does sound a little bit like a rat having an asthma attack.
After several seconds he brings himself under control, and then dabs at his eyes with a napkin, slowly regaining his composure.
He lets out a breath, “Schrodinger has bested me.”
Her smirk widens and she dips her head slightly to acknowledge the point.
“I did promise fun; what’s more fun than an impossible puzzle?”
She indicates herself, cheekily.
“Though the question of Schrodinger’s…cat remains… available for opening… should you so choose.”
Her expression is inviting but not pushy.