His turn of phrase - use- was very typical of her darling brother, but she didn't comment on it. 'I promise' she said with a roll of her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest, although even as she did she was already formulating a plan.

Christabel stood with an air of decided assuredness. 'Alright then, you've twisted my arm brother.' she headed for the fireplace, 'I'll send you some notes later Ozymandias.' the fireplace swooshed green, 'And if Langston* wants to discuss the plan maybe the three of us should sit down to discuss it.'

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I am my mother's savage daughter, The one who runs barefoot cursing sharp stones

I am my mother's savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice
MJ made glory