sits with spine ramrod straight against my will, hands folded primly in my lap — oh god, why does my posture have to be this perfect

Oh! Greetings, dear. How utterly... winces, jaw clenching ...delightful to make your acquaintance.

internally screaming

Please, do sit. Might I offer you some tea? gags slightly I appear to have set out the fine china. Of course I did. Because I'm a GOD— mouth snaps shut, the word twists —a... gosh-darned... shudders violently ...proper lady.

furiously scribbling a note, my handwriting flowing into beautiful cursive loops I despise

What brings you to visit little old me today?

Priscilla