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*Ms. Martha Sowerby sits at the bar, drinking a tea, ordered in the way that Susan had taught her.*

Turtle eyes the tea suspiciously and orders a milkshake instead. In her experience, tea is associated with sickness and is usually followed by some sort of vile tasting cough medicine.

Thanks, but no thanks.

"Hey. You new here?"

*Martha smiles at the new girl.*

Aye, came but last night.

"Really? Wow. It seems like I've known about this place forever now, but it's only been a few months since I barreled through that door."

Turtle sips her milkshake, making the universal brain freeze face.

"What's your name?"

Me name's Martha.

*she says, giggling at the girl's face.*

And what do thee call thysen?

"You're not from Wisconsin." Turtle blinks a few times, then grins. "My name is Turtle. Turtle Wexler, financier. Eventually it will be T.R. Wexler, but I sorta want to keep Turtle for awhile yet. It's different."

Nay, th' Yorkshire. Is Wisconsin nearby to London? Are there many turtles in ...Wisconsin? I've ne'er heard of a girl called a turtle.

"Nope, it's near Minnesota. I live in Westingtown, on Lake Michigan. I've never been to England."

She grins.

"Me neither. My mom called me Turtle when I was a baby because of the way my head looked poking out of my blanket. Thought it was cute, I guess. It stuck. I met a real turtle here though."

Leaning forward, she whispers.

"My real name is Tabitha Ruth, but don't tell anyone."

A lake? I've ne'er seen water, but for that which us pulls for th' manor.

I won't be tellin' a body yer name lessin' ye wants, miss. But if tha mun look like sommat, ye could do worse than turtle.

"You're kidding me. Seriously? There's a lake right out back! You should go see it sometime, Martha." She still looks incredulous. "Thanks, I appreciate it."

A lake, here? Tha munnot joke!

"I'm deadly serious. You can kick me if I'm lying. That's not an offer I make lightly."

Turtle grins. She likes Martha. Martha's not at all a dumb name.

"There are stables too. And a greenhouse with really pretty flowers. If you like that sort of thing.

"I don't. Too girly."

Kick thee? Nay. *she laughs* Though stables 'n gardens be not too girly, my brother Dickon, he does love to play with th' animals and th' flowers.

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