"Of course," with another of those shutter-flicker smiles, her glance flicking once to the motion of the furniture that she keeps expecting to chirp. (Some forms of magic are more surreal than others, in her opinion.) "I'd be happy to, since I'm here." It isn't as though she's in a rush to get anywhere right now, and she does share her father's strong views about keeping instruments well-tuned - besides, it's probably not going to need a full tuning.

Conversationally, as she begins to move again - if she's joining her, they might as well go on and not keep the ducklings waiting out here on the street - she remarks, "I did some work in interior design here, to start, for Mr Veidt and Mr Luthor. Balancing their tastes was interesting. You'll have an easier time, suiting yourself."

Judging by her tone, Ilde's generally inclined to approve of suiting oneself, even if she found babysitting the egos of the gentlemen in question pretty damned entertaining more often than she didn't.