
"Well, to be honest, I was just planning on laying the situation out clearly. We don't know what is the root of this problem, but it's something that needs to be handled, and if they have a care for their position, they'll work past their differences for the betterment of the Academy. So, something like..." Reeve explained, clearing her throat as she and Cattleya walked before taking a more authoritarian tone,

"Excuse me, Union President and Vice-President. As you know, I am Reeve Von Anextra Polyion the Third, and due to anonymous rumors and requests, I have taken it upon myself to come to you and handle an issue you two are struggling with. Specifically, the issue that's preventing you from accomplishing your duties, stemming from what I believe is an innate disagreement between you. Therefor, as a representative of the collective opinion of the Academy, I am pleased to assist you both in settling that disagreement."

"How does that sound?"
"What am I, dropped kibble?"
"I'm here to help as well."
"Besides, better to just say you were asked to do it, rather than taking it upon yourself. Sounds less like you're a just stuck-up dummy and more like a friendly, approachable... undummy."She stopped talking as they arrived and pushed open the door to see...
-lewdity-
"This.....this is official Union business!"
One thing that was true about Cattleya Chatgéant was that her pampered upbringing had left her rather sheltered in certain matters. Thus, rather than backing out, she merely stepped in to the room.
"Official business? What are you doing?"She flicked her ears curiously and stepped closer.
"If you're trying to tape something up, I can't imagine being on top of each will help."