"Which is a problem I have more than I'd like." It isn't that Lea's large chested in general, but in juxtaposition with the rest of he tininess--the kind of waist people easily close their hands around, wrists that look like they could snap--it's more noticeable and pronounced. And also often leads to inquiries about whether they're fake.

She leans forward just slightly, smiling at either Philomena or the mirror or both.

"I don't mind," she says, "Mirrors are a thing of mine."

One of her foci, regardless of what Baedal uses them for. She has more in her house than most people would probably find entirely reasonable, but she also has special security measures set up to handle anything that might decide to journey through.

"Longer, I think," Lea decides. "How long have you been working on these?"