Mrs Plenty

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"They says I 'asn't got an 'eart. They're wrong about that. I 'ate to see you chuckin' yer 'ole self away like this. But, more'n that, I got certain duties I can't get out of, even with wot Jervaise and 'Imself did fer me. You can take the gel out of the Mutton, but you can't take the Mutton out of the gel. Not all the way. So what about you? Why're you chasin' yer doom so 'ard?"

Miriam Plenty is the owner of Mrs Plenty's Carnival.

A Lady of the Well

Mrs Plenty is originally from Mutton Island, which is where she gets her charming accent. Some of the Mrs Plenty's Carnival's attractions, like Rubbery Lumps, are imitations of Mutton Island's traditions.

Her genteel, rather bohemian appearance belies her profession. She was once a Seeker of Mr Eaten's Name, and never truly left that path; she now guards and guides others to a particular candle in a warped version of her Carnival, accessible only at midnight. She is not very happy with her duty, however.

Mrs Plenty has been to the Iron Republic, but only once.

She campaigned for Mayor of London in 1897, under the slogan "A moment's peace!"