Of course, how inconsiderate of her. Malou instantly realized what she had forgotten at his words. Even before the newest Minister had been elected her godmother had reminded her of the Fisks religion. It was the height of rudeness to have forgotten and Malou's cheeks gained a soft pink tint to them as she realized the misstep. "Of course, I misspoke." She murmured, grateful to turn her attention and face back to the bowl as she wrung out the cloth in a separate empty bowl, pink liquid pouring out.

Of course Mr. Fisk hardly seemed as offended as Malou felt he ought to be. Like Fallon it almost appeared such things bounced right off him. The fact that he could easily turn the conversation to set her more at ease was something she was grateful for and helped her to remember herself and turn her face back to Mr. Fisk to continue her task. "I volunteered." Malou returned simply, then, perhaps because it was early on the morning of a holiday that reminded her of so many happy ones before it that had fade simply to memory, Malou added, "It seemed selfish not to when the others have families to celebrate with." She shrugged, again turning to the bowl and wringing out the cloth. Mr. Fisk was undoubtbly familiar with her past because of Malou. Although that gave her little reason to confession her own loneliness to him. It only invited pity, and pity was not something she wished upon herself.