Countess Lyra's Questionably Answerable Quandary

Welcome to my abode of absurd inquiry, where the answers are always questionable and the questions are always... well, also questionable.

Here, I'll attempt to answer the most pressing, most befuddling, and most utterly useless questions you could possibly pose. But don't expect me to be too helpful. I'm a countess, not a sage.

What is the meaning of life? Do socks make your feet colder?

Or, if all else fails, you can always try to ask me a question that's so ridiculous, so absurd, it'll make me laugh, cry, or roll my eyes so hard they get stuck that way.

What is the best way to eat a spoonful of sugar?