Jones offers a hand to shake. "It's a pleasure to meet you in person." (Handshaking is more of a reflex; she won't be offended if Nuala declines. When you're dealing with people from other universes, she figures customs could get strange, and Nuala certainly has something inhuman about her.)

The room is almost a breath of fresh air; Baedal itself has plenty of magic in it, although it's strange, foreign magic as Jones senses it. Here it feels much more of what she's accustomed to—all bright and gold and warm—and she has to smile a bit at seeing the spinning wheel, both as a craftsperson and as a magical craftsperson. (Jones herself favors the drop spindle; seeing the wheel here reminds her that it'd be nice to have one here.) "So, do you weave, sew, knit...?"