A faint rosy color crept into Tahlia’s cheeks at the woman’s whistle. “Yeah… that was my mom. A lot of people said she was a gold digger when she married my dad, but she honestly didn’t need his money. She just didn’t flaunt it. I don’t know if they were in love, but… at least they both really wanted a kid.” she sighed softly. “You know they’re starting to re-shoot a lot of those videos… the ones that need to be at least.” it had after all been nearly thirty years since they were shot. But Analita and the director had done such a good job with them that they didn’t seem old or dated, and the information still relevant in most cases. The woman they’d hired was another redhead, and had watched all the old vids a dozen times, with the hope of emulating her predecessor. Tahlia wished it was a tall brunette, or someone like Mika. not a woman who looked just enough like her mother for a stranger to confuse the two.<br/><br/>“I think Irish is a type of food from the Sol system… i guess you’re supposed to eat good food and talk?” she hypothesised, drinking some more of the bottle, which at this point was over halfway finished. “If… you don’t mind me asking…” she stated a little nervously. “What was the hardest part for you? About death…” she paused for a moment, before almost stammering. “I’m sorry i shouldn’t have asked, thats too personal.“ not that they hadn’t just been sharing personal stories with each other...