[...well. Certainly more like Horatio than Hamlet. Or, perhaps, like Hamlet had been what felt like a lifetime ago.

Her lips purse thoughtfully as her attention drops to her cup. Laertes hadn't quite managed to pick up the edges of tactfulness from their father, but it's become easier to fall back on the older she gets.]

Respectful of my father, supportive of my brother, and well-equipped to manage the man I marry at least as well as my mother before me.