Well, that's new.  It's not often she's asked to sit in such situations.  She stood still for a moment, finally deciding that it was better not to refuse and taking a chair.<br/>"Maggie, M'lady."  she answers, cheerily enough, complimenting Anyx on the shawl she drapes over herself.  Maggie is one to make conversation: a trait she knows can be just as much fun as it can be trouble.  When the woman makes the comment about being away from her lover for too long, Maggie can't resist a chuckle, as she holds open the door.<br/>"Aye.  That dark and handsome adage must do well for ye.  I've ne'er seen a man with more of either."  So, it was a risky quip, but Maggie liked to think she could read people well enough, and would have apologized if she overstepped.  On the off hand that Anyx was bemused, Maggie would engage in breezy small talk about this and that as she guided her.  Maggie was curious what they were like, or in what sort of things they did to relax, to woo one another, or what sort of travels they might have enjoyed.  But she was careful to keep the questions as impersonal as the felt necessary, and not to ask things like "How did you meet," or "When did you Elope?"  Even a good story became taxing if you had to tell it more than once.  For Maggie's own sake, part of this was to read her better.<br/>She bowed to Anyx as they arrived at the study, watching the twins hug with a perplexed air.  The two were identical...<br/>When Anyx moved to give the man as kiss that was much deeper and much more passionate than she is used to seeing outside of the sheets or.. wow, maybe even then, she watches with wide eyes at their candor.  As the others in the room become uncomfortable, Maggie smirks and offers applause.  Okay, so the whole room and everyone in it was a recipe for a cluster-fuck of a situation.  But that part of it was pretty fun!