[She regarded him with a stare. Then she grasped her skirt with her free hand and curtsied.]

Well, I do my best.

[For now, dear imp, she will accept this attempt at a kind-of-but-not-exactly apology.]

You understand that I won't be in the office for a little after today, on account of a 'honeyed moon'...? Whatever that means, but... I at least understand the spirit behind the weirdly-named trip.

You'll all try your best to keep out of some trouble, won't you?