Gweneviere seems quite taken with the sculpture, almost from the instant she's past the door.  After making the usual polite noises of appreciation, she stops and stares at it, another of those subdued half-smiles crossing her face.<br/><br/>"Your handiwork," she says at long last.  "It's quite good."<br/><br/>She turns about for a moment, as if trying to decide to remain standing or take a seat.<br/><br/>"Errr...now what?"<br/><br/>