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Fizz looked at John with a question in his eyes and a joke on his tongue. He swallowed the joke and asked quietly in his ear instead.
"Do you want to write to someone from that family, let's find out information about your mother." Fizz said. "We have coins now. We can pay a servant and ask about your mother. We will pretend to be strangers. We can ask about your mother. We can ask where she is. If she is dead we will find her grave."
John did not expect the question from fizz and to hurt his chest. It did anyway. He set the cup down and looked at the edge of the table as if the grain there might rearrange itself into something useful.
"Maybe..," he said. "Not tonight. I got plans. I will tell you later." he whispers to Fizz's ears.
Fizz accepted that without a fight. "Tomorrow then. I will bring you ink that does not run when you put your face on the page."
Nobody heard what they were talking about.
