Thérèse couldn't help but giggle. This place was mad, absolutely mad, and so Théodore. There were things absolutely everywhere, every available space, and for a moment, she was reminded of home, and his old bedroom. She hadn't been there since she was eight, so it was something of a misty memory.
"Oh là là... so very dusty..." She smiled and waved her hand, trying to clear the air around her. "I see, despite Maman's efforts, you haven't discovered the organised gene yet." Her smile was knowing, and she wondered if he'd recognise her. Because she recognised him, plain as day. He'd changed, of course he had, but he was still her brother underneath it all, and she gave him a fond look, stepping closer. "Such a shame, I remember, she tried so hard..."