[There's a small child, probably around nine years old, rummaging around what is definitely Jezebel's room (the jars of organs all over the desk are a dead giveaway). He looks very confused but not particularly concerned about being in a strange place. He opens the doorway and peers out.]
Mother?
[Pause]
Snark?
[Getting no answer, he goes back in to look for more clues. When he looks at the desk and sees the many jars it has, he wrinkles his nose.] Ewwww.
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