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[Twister's original plan had been to only make two wishes - one to make Peacock into a physical person who would live in this place and another to make a second Dressing Room who would be more liable to listen to his (Twister's) whims.

Knowing that he would lose one wish, regardless of how he spent the others, he would have put Peacock in the position to either go back to not being trapped in a physical body, but have a second Dressing Room running around listening to Twister, or to get rid of the second Dressing Room, but have to stay here in a physical form permanently.

But, after his recent discussion with Peacock, he now sees that this course of action would be pointless.

So decides to use his final wish. Such a waste, but regardless...]

I wish for Chess to be forever a part of me.

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Because I'm reasonably certain I could smell it if you were to lie.

...besides. As Laytons go, you're... tolerable.

'Tolerable' is the highest compliment that I could ever hope to receive from you.

Let's just say that your parents didn't like you very much. Or at least, I hope they didn't. Because if they did then they were damned fools to give you a name like that.

Blanchette Sarhairman, you said. Right?

[She pauses, nose crinkling.]

Well. I can see why I changed it.

To Jeanne Descole?

...I believe you inherited your parents' taste.

Jeanne is a perfectly passable name. And forgive me for choosing a surname dramatic enough to fit with my image.

It's definitely not a name I'd attach to someone from Essex, no.

[That draws a laugh out of her, tongue flicking out.]

I could have someone fooled, particularly with the accent less... liable to slip, now.

That's unfair. You should give potential suitors some warning as to your origin.

Not all Descoles are from Essex, after all. Including the one you slept with.

Yes, so he's told me.

Did you expect some sort of reaction, bringing that up? Because it's really not... any sort of big deal, you know.

I expected you to deny it a little, yes.

Why would I? He's my double. We fucked. This place was exercising its little whims, or at least it was the first time.

[She just shrugs.]

I've got nothing to hide, where my sex life is concerned.

I'm happy for your honesty.

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