[This sounds unwelcome and familiar, and Esther looks up at the girl sharply. The language bothers her far less than it should; in fact, she seems not to notice it at all. A strange thing for what appears to be a very well-bred old world child.] An institution, was it?
[The corner of her lip quirks upward and she glances back at her work in progress.] That depends on how much older I get.
[spam - art room]
[The corner of her lip quirks upward and she glances back at her work in progress.] That depends on how much older I get.