The girls appeared from the void, holding various boxes and trays. “Mr. Sir! We are having brought you of some-” Bowyetta was the one to speak up, until she saw the strange blue blob next to him. “Oh! You are not having told Bowyetta you were having of a child! Much cute she is being! What she is being called?”

“Hi!” Marie waved, moving closer to the Bowyer. Clearly, the paint spatter was curious about this odd cast of characters. She grabbed Bowyetta’s hand and began shaking it a touch too hard. “I’m Marie!”

She paused for thought.

“Well…I’m not really his kid…”

The Repairman shook his head vigorously.

“No,” he said, resentfully, “You’re my replac–”

“Assistant,” she interrupted, wearily shaking her head. She paused for thought.

“Since we’re from the same studio…would that make us brother and sister…?”

The Repairman did not reply to this. He had no way to refute it.