the room looked like a Barbies room if the Barbie was from the Renaissance. makeup, posh dresses, fluffy bed, and SO. MUCH. PINK.

she groaned. *i hate the color pink.*

"I can see why."

she nodded, packing clothes that look more like a slightly emo teen rather then a medival Barbie. *those dresses in the closet suck. one, too big. two, too pink. and three, its lace. im allergic to lace. gives me a bad case of hives, even when im near it. wearing it is like every part of me is being sucked by burning mosquitoes.*

"I will never make you wear lace." She gently hugs her.

she hugged back. *thanks. that means a lo... ah...* she sniffed, before saying, *oh no-ah... ah...* her face began to scrunch up, which looked suprisingly cute.

She frowns. "Are you alright..?"

she then cried *AH... AH... AAAA-CHOOO!* before sneezing violently, with a sneeze powerful enough to knock her down and make her fall onto the bed. she blushed and giggled. *um. yeah. allergies.*

She chuckles softly.

she giggled and opened a secret hatch, and pulled out a clothespin before putting it on.

She watches.