"Oh."

Sunday blushed furiously at her assumption and quickly removed her hands from Archie. She accepted the napkin with haste, wanting to bury her face in it from embarrassment - Mummy had said this was a problem of hers: jumping to conclusions before verifying them. Sunday sighed, collecting herself. "That's nice you have your own room," she replied in a slightly smaller voice, eyes glancing around to see if she'd caused too much of a commotion. "you get to have your own books and toys to yourself!"

She shook her head, folding the napkin up and placing it on the table which promptly saw it disappear. "No, my mum and papa built it when I was young - er....had it built." she corrected herself.