[Oh, this is a waste of effort or thought when it's clear she isn't going to be given much of any context whatsoever. How is she supposed to answer intelligently if all she's doing is jabbing as some monumental block called 'slavery, generally' in the dark? With the air of a great held sigh, she soldiers on.]

My penmanship is respectable. I play the flute and have a passing head for solving puzzles. I've also been told I'm rather fun to dance with at parties. Then of course there is the magick, but we've all agreed not to discuss that. Pray Kitty, do point a hopeless young woman in some useful direction.