Lune's brow furrows, and then - ah. The laugh was the problem. The clock can't be wound back on that, so Lune focuses on what actually can be done.

For one thing, she's speaking on the heels of a flash of irritation. Even if she thinks the words are very actionable. "You should probably be asking whichever court wants to adopt you for all those things."

...A sigh.

"Merde. Lording over a palace, really?"