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[maltesefalcon]

"It is probably coming. There's decisions to be made. You can't tuck your face under your wing and just ignore it. So you need to start planning what you're going to do about it. You, personally, not your old man."

Cerrit fluffs his feathers, and lets out a heavy sigh.

"I wish I knew how I could help, but there's going to be backlash for me, when it comes out about you."

[thethirteenthchild]

Dahlia sighs heavily. "Maybe I should just go and live at the bottom of the sea and disappear forever."

[maltesefalcon]

"Well, that's certainly not going to resolve anything ever. Also, the seawater would be bad for your hair, Dolly. And my feathers, if I came to visit you."

For legal purposes, that is a joke.

[thethirteenthchild]

"I could be a really interesting sea monster, though," she says pointedly. "But still, I --- wouldn't be surprised if I had to go into hiding."

Dahlia looks around, wondering if she should start hiding sentimental items somewhere outside the estate, in case people burn her house down.

[maltesefalcon]

"I don't think that's a useful plan of attack. That's avoiding matters, instead of resolving them, Dolly." He sounds like the disappointed father he is, at hearing her catastrophize like this.