Her brows shot up at that, blinking widely for a moment, "... You too?" Of course, she had no proof that she herself was a clone, she'd never met any other editions, but they'd been talked about.
Whatever small tension had slid up her spine at the question evaporated again when Bob swung himself down to go color, of course, he had to taste-test one of the crayons first, blowing a raspberry and setting it down again.