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He sighed and shifted Magdelen up onto one shoulder. This would be the second time he saw Dr. Calgori over the same stupid pocket watch. It was getting to the point where he wanted to just send the watch back home to get fixed, except that wasn't an option. Luka was lucky he could send messages to his family! Sending a material thing was probably out of the question.

"Hello, Magda," he said, gently disentangling her from his necklace. She had gotten her little hands tangled up again. "Now, there might be another little girl or a big cabbage. Leave the cabbage alone. The little girl, now, that'd be all right, wouldn't it? Well, ask first, though."

"Kay," said Magdelen, bringing the chain of his necklace back to her mouth and chewing quite contentedly. He knocked on the door of the Doctor's house, uncertain as to who to expect...

"Good morning," Luka said, bobbing his head. "Yes, ma'am, I would appreciate it." He set Magdelen down, holding her hands until she found her feet; the white-haired girl toddled forward and before long her ivory eyes found Isabella. Something like curiosity colored her stare for just a moment, but it was gone as fast as it arrived.

"Magdelen," she said in a tone bizarrely free of inflection for a girl so young. She frowned and looked back at her father. "Daddy."

The man hung his head, sighed, and then smiled as Isabella. "It's good to meet you," he said.

Luka nodded sagely, made a shooing motion with one hand. "Go on, Magdelen." Then white-haired child took a few steps towards Isabella, then glanced back again. Was her daddy really gonna let this silly frilly pink thing drag her off? Well, not really drag. But was he really gonna let her go like that? He smiled back, and she stopped in front of Isabella.

"Where?"

Then her father turned to look at Emma. "Could you show me to the laboratory, please?"

"Am Magdelen," said the white-haired girl. Against herself, she wanted to like this girl- even though she really didn't, since this Bella was silly and frilly and pink, all of which were bad but combined they were like a cardinal sin, at least for this girl. Other people, she might make exceptions, but...

She scowled. But then, she had to be here until her father was ready to go. "What you want to play," she asked sulkily.

Okay. She really did not want to like this girl. "Don't stare," Magdelen admonished. Then she had to spend several minutes just figuring out what Isabella had said. The silence, though, was freezing cold. She admitted reluctantly, "I never try dancing."

"Because I do not like it," she said bluntly, as if she'd assimilated in just one moment Bella's coordinated speech pattern; from her mouth, though, it sounded like a mockery. "I do not want to try, because dancing is something silly pink things do and I am not silly and I am not pink."

All evidence to the contrary, of course, the deep rose shade of her clothing being quite silly and pink. But it was rather clear that Magdelen would not put up with anyone actually thinking she herself was silly. Or pink. Clearly, she was a nice shade of white.