"Alice Liddell," Alice offered a curtsy in greeting. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Nuvia."

At the mention of being bald, Alice's curiosity did take over and she looked up at the top of Nuvia's head. She tilted her head one way and then the other. "I've met bald women before, you would be very pretty bald as well. Like a doll," Alice offered. Yes, that was exactly what Nuvia reminded her of. One of those dolls that could move at the wrist and elbows. A ball-jointed doll, she believed it to be called.

"Anything can be a color," Alice offered with ease. "Sometimes a warm hug isn't yellow at all, sometimes it's a deep earthy green, or a welcoming blue. It depends on who's hugging you!" she said it so matter-of-factly. "Everything is a color, even if it isn't a color at all, that's a color all on its own." But, at the instruction of tulip yellow, Alice closed her eyes and started thinking of rows and rows and rows of tulips in bright yellow, cheerful, and pleasant, and sweet.