I swear, I swear that I'm a good kid, Guess I'm good for nothing at all

Modesty gave her daughter a secret smile, “Your father doesn't plan, I'm pretty sure whatever braincells he once possessed were transferred to you lot,” she confided with a smirk, “and clearly Deluge missed out in that allocation.” The latter was added more deadpan than the first. That girl had caused no end of headaches, and they would only continue she was sure.

When discussion turned to Flurry's trip to the Armada, Modesty stretched and then poured out her tea with the special mushroom chunks, really more a soup but lacking the thickness. “I know that it happened, your father feels Sirius fed you lies, but I know no more than that.” She sipped her drink and paused for a moment. “My opinion, differs from your fathers, he knows the Armada from the position of Sparrow's subordinate, I used to play with the leaders daughter as a child. Nothing is so black and white.” She shrugged her shoulders. “It's part of the reason I insisted on leading alongside him. I have relations, connections. Some things need more subtlety. I'm sick of my children getting maimed for the actions of others.” She hoped they could at least be on the same page in that regard.

“So why don't you tell me, so I know what I'm up against when next I visit?”

“Speech.”