Allergic? Oh no! Grace sets her basket down and slides it far away with the tip of her harpoon; it thunks gently against a chair.

But...

~...Feeling...~ Grace contemplates this. ~Enlightened, I think. It seems absurd that I didn't realize before. You bring joy to the Lord of the Limit, who is a kind and noble gentleman, and my friend. You showed your own kindness in the face of my ingratitude. I have been...unmannerly.~