[Petronilla noticed that there were a lot of lamps and candles in her warden's room. She wasn't surprised, of course, as she had been told her warden was afraid of the dark, but this? Oh, it took all of her self-restraint not to laugh.]

Yes, yes, I'll start moving things off of your desk.

[There was no way that Petronilla was going to go crawling on her hands and knees to search for a box underneath the bed, but she wasn't going to protest. Not yet. She really wanted her gowns back.]