Remi mews plaintively and gives chase, batting at the string, skittering over blank pages and old notes. So. Nothing important. He continues sliding and hop pouncing at the string up until it goes still, whereupon he flops over onto one side to start gnawing upon it vigorously while purring. The great hunter has Captured His Prey. Tremble in terror.

Adelaide, meanwhile...waits out that flicker of emotion, a note or two of her own ringing in the hollow spaces between the compartments where she holds each part of her until it is needed. She starts to say- well. Something that might be inspiring or sentimental or wry- something, but is caught off guard by what is indeed a highly scandalous drink name. Her eyes narrow slightly, lips forming the words with great consideration before she murmurs. "I've found most screws against the wall to be uncomfortable- but I suppose it depends upon the wall."

...Wait is that too much information?