[She shoves a piece of rich, fatty pork in her mouth on her next bite and hums happily at how good it is, swallowing before she answers.] Great! I can't wait to see what you come up with.

[Jester's far too busy with her own noodles to worry about anyone's table manners, not that she ever would. Swallowing thickly, she nods, tucking her hair behind her ear with one hand.]

Yeah! I was thinking if you could set the illusion up right against the wall behind your bed, I could sketch it out from that and know exactly how it'll look.