[ She doesn't respond to it - there is a lot to say in response to that. But in the end, they've got work to do. ]

You're gracious to me. [ The other joke might have fallen with her - but that one, despite everything, flickers the smallest smile at the corner of her mouth. ] I'll ask for your patience. We do not have such magic as here, in my home. Only monsters.

[ But when he begins to talk, she goes to work. Starts taking notes, strings of them. Her hand moving across the page at a great speed in her language. Flicking up between him at times, to nod, show she's still looking. ]

Bedding and shoes, how does that sound to start? And may I request a tour of your clinic? To see where else I could think of whilst I'm there.