<div class="floatright">(http://quizilla.teennick.com/user_images/B/BR/BRO/Brown.Eyes.White.Dumbies/1194110168_enPunkGirl.jpg)</div>Sunny shrugged her shoulders. "Alright then. In that case I'll keep them. Kinda like 'em." She unwound her braid at the very end and quickly redid it, braining one of the ringers into her hair and pocketing the other one.<br/><br/>Standing up - and almost bumping her head on the ceiling - Sunny paced back and forth among the child-sized arrangements. She took a look in the ring she added to her braid, then quickly polished it a bit on her shirt. "So... Somewhere other... somewhere that isn't the somewhere that's normally somewhere. Is there any way that I can go back?" Sunny asked more to have something to break the silence, rather than out of curiosity. In all fairness, there was probably less for her back in the normal world.<br/><br/>"Or... What am I supposed to do now that I'm here? What do you all do? All I've really seen so far are women who either want to kill me or have sex with me. Kinda like primetime television..."