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While the world had gotten back to some semblance of normal after V Day, there was one situation that had yet to be resolved. And if Daisy Louise Unwin had her say about it, she was going to find out the truth once and for all.
At a fickle 4 years old, young Daisy knew many things. She knew she liked toasted cheese sandwiches with tomato soup. She knew her favorite places were the museum of natural history and Mr. Harry's house. She knew Mr. Percy and Mr. James were married, and that Mr. James’ legs were like robots. She knew that sometimes Mrs. Aftby would bring her biscuits that Eggsy baked, and they were the best biscuits ever. She knew that Eggsy and Mr. Harry kissed like gross movie-grownups when they thought she was napping. She knew that Eggsy told the absolute best bedtime stories. And she knew, unequivocally, that Eggsy was not a tailor like he said. Proving it, however, was beginning to be a challenge.
She tried asking outright; she tried being as subtle as a 4 year old could manage. She had her mummy ask, and even asked also-not-tailors Mr. Merlin and Auntie Roxy. All she received was a smile, a ruffle of the hair, and a soft, "just a tailor, m'love. Nothing more."
She found out the truth, of course, though she never could have anticipated how.