Half-veela. Ford felt as though a metaphorical bubble around his head had just burst; suddenly his thoughts were clearer and all of his memories of the event made more sense. He blushed, but wasn't sure what to say. They were still in semi-public, so he didn't want to delve too much into how frustrating the event had been for him... and her being a half-veela didn't actually change anything that he'd said so far, or his willingness to keep talking through the event.

"Don't buy a devil's snare," he said wearily. "It'd be a death sentence for that one girl — what's her name? The high-strung maid." Tycho's staff were mostly laid back, for obvious reasons, but that one (who may not have even been full time, he wasn't sure) had always struck Ford as a touch excitable.

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