One of Daisy's earliest memories as Daisy is standing beside her father at a meeting with the local council, dressed in her nicest summer clothes, floral headband in her hair, playing the part of daddy's little princess who was grievously injured by the council's incompetence. She just had to stand there looking pretty and sweet and innocent, let them see the scar that marred that perfect image, and even though in private her family believed it to be her own fault, the lie got the old building site torn down within a year.

She never forgot the lesson it taught her. Even when people see through the mask, you learn something.

Daisy sighs a controlled, quiet sigh. "Doubt you could. The kind of thing I need isn't something you can put on a plate. Very inconvenient, really."