[Matilda's face drops slightly with dismay at his mention of stupidity. She just kind of nods sheepishly to agree with him, her tiny wobbly debutante arms dropping with relief when he takes the chair from her. And then-- there's a tiny sparkle in her eye, and her entire body does a movement that can only be a flounce, her ruffly skirts bouncing as she eagerly moves her hands to grasp her cheeks in surprise.]

Truly?! [Now this she hadn't expected, why, it's almost a compliment] You think I might be good at something someday? I did freak out, but when I freak out, I always just do the first thing that comes to mind! Normally, that's a bad thing. People say 'Matilda, you complete imbecile, why did you drop a pitcher of water on the Duke's head at tea?!' and I'm like, awhmahgawd, he was being like, way too handsy with my sister, I had to do something! It's just never the right thing. Or like, if someone falls, I'll probably scream first. But then pick them up, and I'd get all dirty. Which isn't right.[Once she's got a word in she just kindof like rambles the entire thing off, her expressions changing to match the narrative in her weird story.]