Rose can't help it; she bursts out laughing. That's him, unmistakeably him, and something about him consternating Merlyn so is just the funniest thing she's heard all day. She braces herself against the rafter until she has a greater hold of herself.

"Yes, that's him. Definitely interminable, in a number of ways, and yet absent whenever you need him to be around most. At least, he was for me." She draws in a deep breath as her posture straightens, then releases it. "I'm sure he didn't mean badly, though. I've dealt with all his insufferable whiles more times than I can count."

Then glancing over with a quirk of her lip, she notes, "He is rather susceptible to soft balls of yarn if you ever need to knock him asleep."