[Iona's cheeks flush, pleased with Thomas's comparison of her to Berna. The French-pressed coffee will take about a minute or two to steep properly so she presses her own index fingers together bashfully.]

Ehehe! Do you really think so? She's definitely a lot more... Well... No one else could be her.

[Confident, self-aware, so long-lived, but so still so full of fresh life... Just strong in so many senses of the word and in other ways where Iona still feels lacking as both a woman and a witch.]

People do say that we're both kinda hyperactive. I'm not sure that part's a compliment since I feel like that comes with implications.

Um... What did you think of my grandma when you first met her?