"My gosh thethe brownieth are [i]incredible.[/i]"

Dyssia grins up over crumbs spilled on a diagram of--of probably how this works? Guards and princesses and Princesses who aren't princesses and--

She swallows hard and--oooh, the afterburn of the chili is [i]amazing[/i]--

"I'm the Dissident Knight!"

She purses her lips, listening to how the name sounds in the air of the small cottage. 

"Which, you know, I've been thinking about calling myself that for a while now? And like, it's a good name, works with my name, and I've been worrying it's a bit pretentious? And it's not like you know what a Knight is, and I'm not sure I'd be able to place it on this diagram, like maybe somewhere between a baroness and a guard? And anyway, you don't actually get to pick your own name, right, because it's what you get famous for and what people call you and you [i]could[/i] try to influence what people call you through, you know, introducing yourself like that and hoping it sticks, but I'm betting my political capital is too low right now to try to pull that out in polite society, and--

"Start over. Dyssia! I'm Dyssia, these are my foxgirls, and I'm a busybody! A meddler, a know-it-all, a malcontent, and I'm trying to help as many people as I can to escape from an empire that's bad for them!

"… huh. The pix kidnapped me, way back when. Would that make them my Guards?"