There's a book I read when I was younger. It said all girls were princesses. [A slight smile. She knows she can be naive, usually reprimands herself when she realises it.] I don't know how true that is, but it was a nice thing to believe, at the time.

[She's happy to see Kuja pleased. Not many people in the Gardens seemed to care for books, that she knew of, and some others had abandoned any such desire after exhausting the library's limited fare. Mahalia hadn't truly intended to make any books when she'd created her bedroom, but they had been as much of a comfort to her as the room itself, and she was glad to share with others.]

I'd like that a lot. I think that's one of the best things about being here, learning about other worlds. There are so many more of them than I ever imagined.