Lucinda smiled. "Oh, just a knight's. It's so soft." She looked back at the three of them. "Suit yourself." She reached around in her bag, looking for something. When she didn't find it, her expression soured. "Oh poo. I'll have to go find that darn thing. I'll be back soon dearies." She headed up the stairs, petting her "Scarf".
(Okay, poll. Anyone who wants torture, say yes. Anyone that doesn't, say no.,)