Blue smiles at his gesture to the vase, which looks like it could be off one of those moodboard sites, though very prettily so with the light refracting. It widens into a smirk when Jack points out that maybe they aren't just pretty. "Sometimes the most benign looking things are the most powerful," she says, "but usually, they're just benign."

"It's..." She hmms thoughtfully. "Sort of like growing up any other way, I think, it's not until later that you realize it isn't the same as everyone else's. I mean --" She makes an assessing face. "Obviously, I knew it wasn't normal, I was around other kids, but -- I was raised by my mother and my aunts and no men, all in one little house, and that's just to start with. Nothing about me was normal for Henrietta. I wouldn't have known what to do with being normal." She laughs softly. As a teenager, she'd made the most of it, blown it up into a look that's only faintly more subdued now. That's another thing she finds relatable about Eliot.

"For me, it was more annoying than anything, I think, at the time. I don't have the same abilities as my mother," she explains, "but when I'm around, I make them stronger. So I was dragged around to sit through all sorts of people visiting wanting to know their futures and I always wanted to be doing something else, of course."