Reinette turned at the sound of someone at the door, her hands still on the offending wig and her gown not entirely on. She very nearly dropped the wig.

"Jack..."

There was no time to contain or edit her laughter, and it filled the room bright and clear. It struck her then she did not feel as out of breath as she often did.

"Oh, Jack. What have you gotten into."

She stepped forward to survey him, completely a full circle through brisk steps.

"And what am I to do with the fact that you are now prettier than I am?" Her gaze narrowed.

"A beauty spot?"