“All life is a cage, Monsieur. Me, I am trapped by poverty. And being a woman. Even rich, I am trapped to marry who my father says and stay at home to embroider. Even men, trapped by money or job or anything. At least this cage is pretty.”

She grins. “I met a fairy. I stole his knife and fork. He’s very beautiful you know, with curly hair and curly horns. He wasn’t so cross.”
She chuckles. “Dreadfully handsome. See, my cage is decorated with all sorts of pretties. And see, you call me ‘pet’ too. Are you a fairy then?”