"Yes please! And thank you. By the way, do you know my mom? She's tall! And she looks like me! Her name is my name, too! I'm Irina, although mommy says that my name is Arianna. It's funny." [i]Something seemed off, considering that A: The child looked exactly like a seven-year old Irina, and B: Her name was literally Irina.[/i] [i]Pocketing the wallet, she waited for Quincy to apply butter and syrup, a joyful grin upon her young face. For someone that seemed to have been the child version of Irina, she was extraordinarily happy. [/i]