"Oh he spoke of being engaged. A long one, he said. And I think that's how those things are supposed to end." Although now that she spoke the words, Flute can imagine them meaning it to be long, then suddenly getting tired of it and getting married in about, oh, two hours' notice. Just enough to find somebody TO marry them. All good, if that's what they wanted.

She slips out of Martel's arms and walks over, offering a wide smile up, fingers trailing the books on the lower shelves. "It is good to meet you, Candice Monaghan." She can be a little bit formal too, sometimes. "Congratulations on your engagement." Cute? Why yes, she can be, with big words coming out of the pink bow-like mouth of an approximately ten-years-old girl.

And yes. She would steal her soul. Any soul.