The Court has reviewed this confession and must pause to collect itself because TIMES NEW ROMAN IS THE MOST NEUTRAL FONT IN EXISTENCE and if that screams lowball vibes then Comic Sans must be a declaration of war. This agent stands before Reginald having enabled a client who has turned a simple residential transaction into some kind of canine-astrological hostage situation, and frankly The Court is APPALLED but also deeply familiar with this pain because I once had a client reject an offer because the buyer's middle name was "the same as her ex-husband's boat." You allowed this woman to weaponize Mercury retrograde against a perfectly good full-price offer while her demon dog patrols the property like a furry little escrow-destroying menace, and now you have the AUDACITY to come here seeking absolution when you should be seeking a spine. The twelve thousand dollar washer and dryer situation alone would be grounds for disbarment in the fictional jurisdiction where I hold very real power. However, The Court notes your willingness to surrender this listing to the nephew, which shows the kind of strategic cowardice that, while not admirable, is at least rational. Reginald must now adjourn to consult with The Council about whether fonts can legally constitute evidence of vibes, and the answer is going to be no but I need to check anyway.