[She groaned.] "Oh, tell me he's not in one of his mopey moods. One of him mopey is bad enough, I don't even want to think about more than one. Alright then, you and me together. We'll round all of him up, and set them to tasks, they'll be so busy trying to point out why we put them on completely the wrong tasks that they'll forget to sulk or whatever else it is they're doing, and then maybe we can finally get some answers. And more importantly, maybe then one of them can be so kind as to follow whatever path brought me here, and bring my husband."