Sandry settles in her chair, sitting very properly. Though she does sneak one hand up to attempt to tug her veil back into place. The things are forever trying to slide out of her hair.

"I'd wager not even the mages at Lightsbridge could make tea out of thin air," she says with a grin.

Lightsbridge mages, from what she has heard, tend to be of the snobbish variety.