"Oh, you can always meet them." Poppy said confidently. "Some of them want to come out more than others. But we all like visiting sometimes."
Dorian wouldn't mind showing L his sides now, as Poppy was quite right: L was nice. He had a good many secrets about him, that was true, but L himself had made mention that he wanted to make things right. And in Dorian's heart of hearts, that was what mattered most. Maybe all he needed was a friend to tell him he was nice. He seemed lonely. Dorian couldn't stand it when people were lonely.
"Yes, nice! Dorian thinks so, too." She giggled. "He was scared of you at first, but he likes you now. We make mistakes. We can't run very fast, though. Well, I can, but I don't have to. Do you want to talk to Dorian again? He's telling me to go. ....But we can play dolls if you want, maybe he won't mind! Please, please, please play dolls with me, I -!" The girl slapped the side of her head. "Aw, fine. He's telling me to go."