Alice nodded emphatically, smiling a little bit. "I do. They sing kind of. It isn't always conventionally pretty, but not all voices are. They're still pretty in their own way, though. At least I think so." She blushed a little bit at her own enthusiasm, but her words were genuine. People's voices were always in tune or perfect, but they made songs. And all songs were pretty. "I like... I like music and things that sound like music. And I like thinking and dreaming and sometimes writing. I also like paintings. Not painting them as much, but feeling the brushstrokes and looking at them." Alice paused. "But I'm fine here just as it is. I'm not hard to keep. Promise."
She stood and tried her very hardest to commit Laura's orders to memory. For at least the immediate future, she'd be able to remember them. Maybe if she came up with a song about it or a rhyme. She followed as she was instructed, looking all about the cabin with wide eyes since she'd been told she was allowed to this once.