Christine smiled as she brought her a cup-pie. It was a cute idea, she thought. Not one she ever would have considered on her own, but then again, why not? "Sounds delicious," She said, admiring the various pies in the shop. They were beautifully made. "I have three other mouths to feed, though. Maybe a normal sized one?" She asked, turning back to her.
"Christine Chapel," She introduced, laughing slightly at how alliterative their names were. "It's nice to meet you too, and I'm alright, I suppose. A little stressed." She hadn't ever been one to answer that question with the standard "good" or "fine". She was for the most part pretty open about her emotions.