She didn't tell Mika that many families would not give up immortality for one, small lost girl. Instead, she smiled fondly. "This family, are they your biological family?" she asked. The way Mika spoke of her father, the one who did not live with her, and her brothers, put her in the mind of foster families. There were, in fact, a great many such homes in Musings, where the crime rate took innocents and criminals alike without compulsion.
"I believe she will come around, yes," she admitted with a smile, and her pleasure showed when she said it. "Come, I'll hang some ornaments while you start baking." She pointed toward the kitchen as she stood, putting her cocoa aside and reaching for a cream colored ornament from the box.
"Tell me about your friends here," she suggested, as she moved toward the tree, her voice carrying as she moved.