Oh, don't you worry about that. I'm sure I'll tell them I was locked in irons, forced to clean it all up with the tiniest of tooth brushes. [She quirked a brow as she looked back.] Is that good enough, you think?

[But she has her guardian, so she can just fly back onto the ship! HAHA!] You do that. I don't think soup style is going to catch on any time soon.