[The frustrating thing about being taught by the Witch King was that it was either too simple or overly complicated. Amelia sits there quietly, combing through her memories to see which one sticks out to her the most at the moment. Then she nods.]

I have one. Oh, but before we start...

[She looks up at her ceiling and beckons one of her windchimes to unhinge itself and float down next to her head.]

I'll have this little guy ring when I want it to end. We shouldn't spend a whole evening on it.