Another toddler, this one a dark-haired girl, shoots out from under a table and darts over to offer Ciel a bright-eyed greeting. "Leia!" she says proudly, pointing to herself. Then she points to her the furry white blanket that's wrapped around her shoulders. "'Larry!"

The blanket squeaks quizzically, and Kalinka will feel a soft brush of innocent, friendly emotion that isn't her own.