currently arranging my travel itinerary to Paris.

Oh, Paris! The City of love!

What's the fuss all about? I go out of the castle and everybody's talking about this magic stuff. Something about a boy with a scar.

I feel so lonely..

is this what they say 'love until it hurts'?

why is it that I am feeling this way? I am for the service of my Masters only..

Tell me, will this outfit attract more tourists?

When will I ever get a papercut again?

Oh these foolish mortal women, flaunting their imperfect bodies on television and magazines!

I wonder when I'll ever be as clever and cunning as Master's precious ones.. but then I am contented with what I do.