Happiness that wants to be shared.
She is like a lone ray of sunlight in London’s almost constant smog. She seems to be more nieve then should be possible.
She inherited the business years ago from her parents who were killed in an animate outbreak. She took over hand making toys for the rich of London. There is a waiting list to receive one of her toys, how long you wait seems almost random. Some wait days and others months. She might go out of business because of this, but for those that receive one of her toys who all claim them as the best they had ever received.
She claims that it is the toy that decides when it is ready. She also claims to remember every toy she has made, making sure each is given a name.