Shit! She had blundered. "This clock?" she asked while pointing back at it with her forefinger... "Well, ye see..." she began, stalling a little. Karen turned to her brother then and sighed, knowing that they were about to get into it over said clock and the reason for it. "It was made for me by Frederic, who is a clocksmith." She didn't even bother with Fred's last name. "Isn't it a lovely gift?"