#// remember: she is not a reliable source. thats why i add descriptions to her answers

[lurxof--thxmaw]

Your excellency, are these dolls and that music box from your childhood? You seem to really enjoy them.

The Lady looks down at her interlocutor with a mix of disdain and reluctancy. She is not particularly fond of sharing details from her childhood -- or anything regarding her personhood beyond her role for that matter. Especially not on items that hold such value.

Now, whether she actually remembers where this affection came from in the first place is an entirely different matter. It has always been there to her. Her earliest memory on the Maw is her own humming of the same tune playing in her music box; one she barely recalls, but still comes to mind when the notes echo in the silence of the Residence.

The things she can cling to must be kept away from the public's eyes.

"Nothing but collectibles," she lies smoothly, "Over the years the Maw has accumulated the strangest of objects. To throw them away would be disrespectful to those who crafted them. I would never make a mockery of someone's hard work." There is a sliver of truth here, yet the madame knows this rule only applies to those whose work is beneficial to her own. She lacks the heart to care otherwise. "Besides, we all have our fixations, do we not?"