"Nah, that Erin lass ditched the bad part of herself. Alice here ditched the good bit. Didn't you, Alice?"

Daisy keeps ignoring him, but if she had actual hackles, they'd be bristling. It's the most she's heard her old name since she was still just a child; everyone else learned quickly enough not to use it, even if it was on all her legal documents.

"Seems to be the point of 'em," she says. "Thought I was finally losing my mind when he appeared. Stupid fucking flowers."