A challenging yes

The woman pondered for a moment, which left a very awkward silence. It was enough time for the reality to really sink into Jessica's head, she realised how humiliating it was to beg someone for their custom. "Tell me you're a naughty garden troll and you can stay!" Cousin Wallace chuckled with a large grin.

Jessica felt second hand embarrassment, why on earth would she say that? Her thoughts ran rapid, this was her only hope of restoring everything she had built... but was it really worth the shame and embrassment of playing along? From what she's seen of Miss Wallace, she knew there would be much more to it than just saying that sentence.

"Well? Do you wanna stay here or not?" Cousin Wallace asked impatiently. "Fine fine... I'm a naughty garden troll..." Jessica muttered with great difficulty, all of her instincts tried to stop her from saying it. She looked straight into the woman's big eyes, waiting for her answer.

It was almost as if Cousin Wallace's entire attitude changed in seconds, her face tensed angrily. "That's fucking disgusting, come with me!" She yelled and grabbed Jessica's wrist. The reporter had instant regrets, she may be homeless but was this really the only option she had?