The twins... the younger brothers to the Baronet that had stolen her from the fields. Even the casual mention of them made her shudder - stories of them had leaked out of the castle as well, cautionary whispers about how they were so alike not only in looks but in inclination that they spoke as if they shared a mind, and played together in concert upon their chosen toys.<br/><br/>"So the kitchen is safe," she whispered, and added this knowledge to the twinge of hope that lingered from the unfortunate meeting with Owen, and the corner of her mouth twitched in the ghost of a smile. "Thank you. I hope I won't have to get used to any such thing..." she muttered, continuing in cleaning the Baron's dishes, and then the dog dishes that had been her own, her jaw tightening.