Firefly Glen They say I'm the worst

Fennec had to fight so hard with the temptation to respond with a cheeky 'I'm 457 actually'.  That wouldn't exactly help her 'I'm not a witch don't call me that' facade, so she had to keep a lid on her worse impulses for now.  Small talk suffered for it, though, and she could already feel herself chafing for something else.

Guess so, on both accounts.  She cocked her head, and instantly (finally) an interesting question came to her. So, how does this all work then? Fennec asked, without a note of anything but genuine curiosity in her tone.  How'd they pick you to lead this place?  Did you have to win a competition, or do you not have any brothers and sisters?  She tried to imagine if Fig ruled a place based on Towhee and Phox's say and internally cackled.  No way he could do that.  She didn't even care if she didn't want it; he'd crack under the pressure in a month without her there.