The invitation was extended, and Scheherazade is a woman of her word - she waits, then, for her new friend to come visit.
Tea is brewing, a sheeshah is fuming in the corner, perfuming the room with sweet scents of apple and cardamon, and the low table is set with sweets.
She's looking forward to this chat - making a new friend is an event, at the Mansion.
[OOC: For Helen of Troy, if you want Schery, do poke the typist. :-)]