'Well I can assure you that I am entirely innocent of everything he claims that I did, and I doubt he could prove any of it.' she said with a dignified sniff, that she hoped conveyed the right degree of levity. 'and no, that foolishness was undertaken by Porphyria, she was a talking bird for a number of months' the memory made her lip quirk in a smile. She and her siblings were aggressively competitive within their home, but she liked to think them loyal to each other. There was something painfully familiar about Mister Lissington - It took a moment, but if finally dawned on her. It was Figueroa Lissington's older brother! The name should have been a give away but she hadn't drawn the direct connection between them. Of course, she was Foxwood now, and had been for so long that Chris often forgot she had a maiden name.

She smiled slightly at the realisation as she listened to him speak. She could see it now, the same vivid enthusiasm when they spoke, and that crinkle over their nose when they spoke.

'I'm a writer of fiction of Mister Lissington,' she explained to him with a grin, 'exageration is my stock and trade, so feel free to embellish, exagerate or lie to your hearts content.' she held up a note pad, indicating that she intended to make notes on the discussion. 'I'm unsure exactly as to the form yet, but I am hoping to use a cursed object as a plot point, and a curse breaker as a central figure.' This last bit she had only just decided but it was true none the less.

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