With the ease of someone raised in the mindset of decorum and settling others at ease, Peony moved the conversation on.

"Would you like to see something fun?"

However fine her graces and manners were; she was still an imp at heart. Her green eyes shone with the promise of mischief.

Peony brushed a hand against a tree, casting prestidigitstion as she did so, and in the bark of the tree purple glowing runes spelling out JOAN appeared as if carved into it with a knife. Without any intervention it would remain there for an hour.