"It's about twelve dancing princesses. Of course, the whole mystery of the story is that they are locked up and guarded during the night, yet every morning their shoes are worn from dancing. Turns out they were sneaking out after they dosed the guards with sleeping potions." Stealing the last crisp, she tossed the package into the rubbish bin. "Like I said, my kind of story."
She paused as she considered his question. There were a lot of them and sometimes it seemed like it was a competition to see who could gain the most attention, but everyone was so different, that it really didn't matter. Besides, it was the only life she had lived, how could she know any different?
"It's loud," she confessed, "with the lot of us, but I never felt deprived or anything. And my parents and siblings live in Devon. If it got too much, it's good to escape out to the sea. Have you been out that way? It's lovely."