"Oh, yes. I love Papa. Guess I'm pretty lucky, having a brilliant, famous father and all. Not many people can say that." She puffed up her chest and smirked. Boasting about her father was one of her favourite past times. "I always stay for Christmas and Easter. We don't take these holidays too seriously. You see, Papa's always busy with things and he doesn't really like Scottish winters. He's in the south of France right now. I don't like going home, anyway. There's not much to do and no one to talk to." Sappho neglected to mention that she likely wouldn't talk much if there were people her age around.