"Oh?" A voice! Canon pulled herself from the intricacies of the sign of which there are none to look at the other female. She beamed, lifting her comically oversize cannon as though it were made of styrofoam to maintain her watch on it. Daddy might forgive many things, sure!, but something told her that he'd really, really lose it for real, really real this time doubtful if she lost it. "Well, mm, maybe not? The estate is very, very big but the houses in town are small."

She squinted toward the sign once more and nodded to herself, looking to the girl as though she were some kind of housing savant. "Not this small though, at least I have not seen any so small. Or, mm... hm." After a moment of thought she added: "Actually I have no clue! Going into the homes of other people? That just does not really seem all that right to me, I mean, do you think so? Even if you knock and just go in, you know, just to measure... I would worry they might think I were bragging."

She didn't have to. The people in her homeland knew her, she was popular and hard to miss thanks to her enormous cannon — and being her father's daughter.