[Lara's forehead furrowed a little, and she took another sip of her drink, trying to process that statement. What a strange thing to say, really. But at the same time, in a weird way, she thinks it's Felicia's head sorting itself out, spewing safe information. It almost reminds her, in a way, of Winston. The old family butler, a dear friend.

Setting a hand on Felicia's shoulder, she gave her a gentle shake and a little squeeze.]

You know, there's plenty of time to read if you make time for it. [Taking a breath, she half smiles and drops her eyes to the bar top. God, was this even right? This woman had no idea, or at least didn't seem to. But something about her just called out to Lara, and she couldn't just leave it at that.]

And if you like cleaning, I could always use someone to dust and reshelve my personal collection...