Somehow, in some crazy way, Mason didn't realize the presence of the elderly, insane, sparkly, horrific woman. Until she shrieked her loud opinion. Mason jumped, nearly out of his chair and dropped his pen on the ground. That woman made him shudder. *SHUDDER.* Ever since she exploded through the door with glitter at the last meeting, Mason had feared that woman. Something about her just put him on edge.

Poppy Prickelpot.

*SHUDDER*

Picking up his pen and regaining his composure, Mason cleared his throat and decided to add his opinion. "I agree, adding more plants would make it more inviting. Along with new paint, different color schemes that are inviting to eye. Fancy rugs, more portraits to say hello to." He suggested. Oh, epiphany: "Hell, we could even have people standing at the lifts and the entrances to welcome us to the Ministry."