No figuring out required, when I was in my cell, I was the one that told York of her presence here. The man looked like I had gutted him and given him heaven in the same breadth.

[ She shakes her head. Pushing around the new ingredients in the pan, watching them sizzle and the oil bubble away. The smell even thicker now, washing over them both. Less butter now, just sweet. ]

Foolish woman, she told me it was complicated. Is 'hobbling yourself' still an expression?