Fiona stops sketching for a moment and glances up...and stops, mouth dropping open.<br/><br/><em>Oh...my...goodness!</em><br/><br/>For a moment there is a flash of pink as she licks her upper lip.  Then, with a sudden blush, she goes back to her furious sketching.  Behind and above her, the soft, rapid hooting of her clockwork owl sounds a lot like laughter.