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The more the captain spoke, the more Eudora questioned just how useful she’d be able to be. She knew pray little of automations, and she wasn’t perhaps the best with such obviously illegal activities. She was just a healer, a mother, the wife of a minister, and a graduate of Madame Geraldine’s.

However, she dealt best of all in favors. Perhaps that was what she could contribute after all. If ever they needed something from someone she had leverage over, she could get it from them for this cause. It would be safer than letting someone perhaps kill them or worse—interrogate them. Why bother with any of that when you can just ask politely and smile sweetly at them?

And an alias came to her almost right away. After all, she dealt best in favors. Favors and pastries. So what better than…

“A buttercream pearl,” she said, voice light. “Like the small embellishments on cakes, yet also the color of some of the real pearls some of us are wearing tonight.” Eudora smiled warmly, unable to remove that maternal glow until she let the smile fall completely.