A smile plays at her lips as she watches, one she assumes is slyly intrigued but, frankly, looks far warmer than that.

"No idea; it was here when I first arrived, so it must be years old at this point." Just how many, she still isn't sure. "Iris probably knows. Lark might." They've been here the longest, she's pretty sure.

"And maybe it prefers to say where it was born."