Sending the girl with absolutely no idea what was going on to be the one to address neighbors she didn't expect to have when she'd woke up that morning was perhaps not the best choice that Alouette had ever made. Though little Recette was far from shy, and when the door was opened, she is wearing a winning smile. She looks even younger with the door open, but isn't quite as tiny in age as she is in body. She's just little for her age.

"Helloness. So, I am not really sure why, but I think we live next door now. At first I thought it was just some weird dream, and maybe it is and I'm just really good at making stuff up, but I'm really not sure I understand why I can't find my shop anymore. All my customers are gonna be looking for me! I have an order of hats and bracelets that are supposed to be picked up tomorrow! I don't know why that man wanted three new hats at the same time, but I didn't really ask him about it. He'll be angry and be all like 'Recette, where are my gosh darned golly gee hats! That's how old men talk, right? I forget."

The only reason she stops talking is to take a breath.

"So, basically, I was just sort of hoping you could tell me why I can't find my house anymore. And also, do you have any candy?"