Satu didn't get why everyone was sleeping so late. Okay, so her body had been convinced that it was like, midnight, when she rolled out of bed but she'd told it to shut up because there were things to do. Like explore. She'd rolled out of the bed, somehow she'd gotten her own despite being the youngest and had strong suspicions it had something to do with her tendency to kick and punch. (Which she really just did so she never had to share, worked wonders.) Anyhow, didn't matter, what mattered was she had a whole new city to explore here and it wasn't going to waste. This city was full of people who spoke Finnish and she'd always wanted to test her skills out on people other than her mother and siblings. She'd even practiced on the plane. Why didn't the flight attendant speak Finnish again? That'd have helped so much when she wasn't passed out.
All in the past. Now she was here and, despite the warnings the TV gave about demons, angels and fae, she'd asked her uncle Dane where the nearest water source was and took off. Just for a few minutes. She'd be back before anyone else and sure enough she'd had time to actually play in the fountain and come home before anyone else had gotten up. Plopping in front of the TV she'd switched it on and done what she thought was a remarkably good job of following along despite the different language. Until she heard her mother's voice. Then she'd bounced up towards the kitchen and right into Linnea's lap, not caring if she was 'getting too big' for that. Or that her mother had something else growing in there. If she managed to squish it then all the better. "Morning mom," she chirped brightly, nuzzling right into her. Affection, she could show it. Was showing it in spades. She was the baby of the family and deserved to be showered with attention for it. "I love the fountain, we should go there again later." Before any of the others woke up.