Oh, starting with the hard stuff, aren't they? Fred follows Wesley, keeping up with him as they reach the kitchen. She reminds herself about the coffee pot and decides to just hatch some of the drinks, and that gives her a little time to process what he says about Illyria. "She's really pretty tactless," she mentions, frowning a bit. "I mean, I know I'm not exactly Queen of Eloquence and Total Politeness, but I sure seem like it net to her."

She looks up to Wesley again, a half-apology already written on her face. "What did she tell you? I'll try to explain, the best I can."