Marian laughed softly, at the two of them, lowering down in a truly grand curtsey. The likes of which neither Rosalind nor Perry had received from her. Ending up rather near her knees, in a pile of skirts, eyes brightly lit up.

"I do remember. I met her once before when she was," Marian's smile grew fond, as she teased. "Far younger than she seems to be now, and much smaller. But you--" She looked to Merry, the smile unfading. "I do not believe I have met before."

Seen, at least the once. But not met.

"It is my pleasure, sir."