Ducking his head to hide the smile, Jamie finished off the soggy pieces of breakfast food on his own plate. "Thank you, Izzy," he countered her declaration of hatred for her makers, and heard the door slam. Why she continued to do that even though she couldn't reach the knob was a mystery, but they'd have approximately half an hour before they'd be summoned to release the small monster from her self-imposed imprisonment.
"Really?" He coughed softly, looking Enola straight in the eye, genuine interest painted all over his face. "Well, as long as it's not 'world peace' or 'universal harmony', I can live with that."
They weren't strange. They were just different. Children often said the weirdest of things and although people would have the little Chaos child taken away from her parents if they heard even a fifth of what the girl babbled, Jamie was perfectly content with the way she was turning out: ninety-seven percent like her creators, three percent artistic licence/foreign (mostly controlled) input - or something like that.
"A volume button somewhere on her would still be nice, though."