"Hi!" He waved softly, happy that she was happy. But then, Morana had always been a positive force, even when they'd been in the woods that one time. She was a hopeful person. And he knew that she'd been shortchanged of many of the same childhood experiences that he, too, had missed. This would be a fun day for the both of them.
Pulling out a different marble than usual, Dorian held it up to her. "Hee....He will help you g-get there. Essscort you. Nice man, okay? I am always...I am always there, t-too. But he will help you."
So Dorian fitted the marble to his throat and transformed, becoming a middle-aged gentleman with top hat, handlebar moustache, and cane. He bowed before the young lady. "Pleasure to meet you, Morana! Call me Percival! Dorian's asked I walk you to the barbeque." He held out an arm so that she may link hers with it. "Shall we be off, then?"