Violetta sets the plate of pancakes out on the table, along with butter and syrup. Looking at the amount of people coming into the dining room, she's rather worried if she made enough, but Mrs. Claus is a better cook than her, anyway. She sits down in her chair, folding her hands gently in her lap. Counting the number of people, she recognizes most. Where is that new boy? Are Rei and Hel coming? They must have heard the bell...
The sight of so many people makes her feel full, in a way she never felt with the crowds of gypsies from her past. A family. That's what they are, right? Bound by the same thread of fate, all following different paths but led to the same end, this orphanage. What a wonderful thought. She only hopes the others feel the same.
"Alex, you really shouldn't smoke at all, you know it's bad for you," she says softly. She worries about everyone in the orphanage, of course, but Alex is always causing some sort of trouble... They all cause trouble, though, so what's the difference? Jasper, the loner. Jazzy, who always wants new playmates. Hel and Rei... enigmas. They've all had such horrible pasts, but now they are free to be different. She shouldn't be the one to discourage this freedom.
"Good morning, everyone," she greets. Good morning, family.