Lola sat back in her chair, daydreaming about the outdoors. She looked around, hoping for a window, but found none. She amused herself by thinking of all the funny things she could enchant those windows to show. But that wasn't her job, nor her area of expertise. Charms weren't her specialty.

Lola, lost in thought, caught snippets of Keith and Chiara's conversation. She briefly heard Chiara mention Italy. It was as if her brain was recounting all that happened while she was lost in her imagination. "You were born in Italy? That's cool, you speak any Italian, then?" Lola always had an interest in language, she was only partially proficient in French, but always hoped to learn more.