<div class="floatleft">(https://imgur.com/2tKaChS.png)</div><br/>"Stories always seem to follow you, Miss Kalfoxx," Jezebeth teased. She hadn't really tried for finding a host, staying on the fringes and dipping her toes in the crossing as required of her profession... But, she had to admit, it was starting to seem a little more intriguing and worth looking into. Not to mention, she was feeling she might need to get away from the homestead for a while. Just for a change of scenery and chance to clear her head.<br/><br/>As the mood grew more serious, though, Jezebeth likewise grew silent. Spinning her pen between her fingers, Jezebeth respectfully pocketed it, and also put away her notepad. "I assure you, Miss Kalfoxx, the paper I work at isn't in the paparazzo business. That kind of rumour mongering is beneath me." Although, with the name drop of Mr. Dalton, Jezebeth's lips turned to a bitter frown. Her paper had picked up a few stories he seemed to be involved in, and she knew he was the kind of fellow who had way more skeletons in his closet.<br/><br/>As Yuri continued to explain the situation, Jezebeth would lightly scratch her own biceps as she thought about the implications of it all. After Yuri finished, Jezebeth nodded her head. "You can trust us. Nothing you just said will be mentioned in my paper." She smirked. "Although, if you ever want to speak to me anonymously about this in future, I can be quite clandestine and protective of my sources." Back to a frown. "Although...I do have one question. You're asking for Zenress to help you with legal matters. For this human to host these two demi's. And Ponipua's home is at the center of all this. So...where do I fit into your plan? Or did you just pull me aside to make sure you had it on my journalistic integrity not to publish this story?"