"Well that's..." Betty started then paused, not exactly sure what to make of this. "That's nice," she said at last, this being a safe, neutral thing to say.<br/><br/>She was still crouched, though her eyes had moved from the sweet little face to the vague light that came from the girls pocket. It was some kind of toy or doll. Yes that'd be it. How the doll knew about her being a non-fluffy cat she couldn't say, but there had to be some perfectly logical explanation for that. Most likely, the girls mother had told her about it... Yes.<br/><br/>She put down her cup and took Lucy's hands in her own, whispering, "Let's keep this between you and me and Bluebell hmm? Our little secret?"<br/><br/>Because however the girl knew, the accountant didn't want her to go blabbing about it. People didn't readily believe the stories little kids told, but they might start getting ideas if they'd seen her having one of her less composed moments.<br/>