"I'm glad for that, but you know what I mean. One box was enough for me." The box was her home, but it was also a prison. Until her adoptive mother opened it again, she'd never be fully complete. A part of her would always be contained.
"And I'm trying to be nice and respectful. I like Ate. I think she's good for you. So ask her if she minds when I drop by." She finished her milk then smiled, "oh I met one of the Trojan warriors. Patroclus, you know the one who chased after Achilles? He's nice."