She doesn't quite hear it, caught up in beginning - already - to plan it. What has to be done, first, and wriggling - leaning over to the table at the end of the bed. Reaching for the paper and board she wrote on, and a quill that she taps the extra ink off the nib in the other hand.

Once gotten, she wriggles back into Magni's lap. This was not usually how these things were done, certainly, but she would insist this might be the best way to sort out all important matters in the Hold. Laying against Magni, tucking her head under her chin and leaning the board on her knees.

She begins writing names, methodical, ordered. Names that are familiar, prominent members of the Hold - "Tomorrow, we will send these invites tomorrow morning for dinner tomorrow evening." She draws a line underneath these, then another list. "Then we need to giving to the charities, and I would say... ale, given freely in the square. To let them drink - ? What do you think - ?" Her head tilts up her head, watching Magni's face. To see if she had misjudged or not.