"I like it here too. And is it weird that I'm glad?" She looked down at her hands, feeling sheepish, and wishing her hair wasn't in an elaborate fishtail braid. "If you work there, you should come live here anyway."
Princess slid away and scooted off the counter, holding up two hands, one with one finger extended and the other with all five. "She'll be back in fifteen, and we were talking. It's okay."