There is a room that's full of toys.

Red Mama? Dove mumbled, her tone light, subdued; and then her response halted as Grimm drifted closer. The stale scent of her breath had Dove pursing her own lips in a firm line. Disgusting girl.

Yes, we follow the naming practice of our parents. We were named a few weeks in to our lives, as no doubt Fox will be naming her own children. She stated this matter-of-factly (while trying very hard not to scrunch her face up and look positively rankled by Grimm's presence).

Her next question had Dove sucking in a quick breath - as she turned, side-stepping to get some space. And then she shrugged, nonchalant and quite bored with this conversation. By chance. I was on my way towards the lake - Lake Rodney, I think you call it - and we reunited.

There. Everything accounted for - was the interrogation over yet? Dove flashed a bored look upon the other girl, but it was brief, for she painted a sweet smile upon her features within moments. Any more questions, dear? Her enunciation held an underlying current of irritation, which would either drive the other girl away, or make her linger. Dove decided to take that chance.