Taylor glances at her, but looks back at the last few departing guests before saying anything, and closes the tent flap behind them.

"I'm still working on it." She scoops up the large spider that still lurks atop the closed dollhouse, and drops it inside through a little hatch, followed by the beetles from her hair and collar. "Not much of a story-teller. It'd be a lot easier if they could talk."

The dark clothes make her look a little older, but when she talks, it's plain she's still just a teenager, and her r's are soft with a Maine accent.