"I replaced the simpler versions upon my arrival," with an acknowledging nod, clearly pleased by Jones's admiration of her skill; she isn't without fae ego. It had been a mercy, though, and Integra had understood implicitly her need for busy-work, for something to occupy her mind so that the ache of an absence wouldn't. "It's a small thing, but I prefer they have it. Will you have tea?" And tell her about what you do? Her interest is genuine, as is her warmth; the local powers were grateful for her in alternative to dealing directly with Integra, but they're smart enough not to think sweeter means less dangerous.

Most of them. The others will, likely, learn.