She had just been opening up the secret trapdoor that went to her cavern, and was pulling him up inside, when the comment hit her. She yanked him up and then shut the door, turning on the light to reveal a dirty, small compartment area that had been filled. One corner had blankets and pillows. Next to it was a cooler for food, and then a few stacks of old, dusty books.

She stared at him, then her eyes filled with tears as she shoved him as hard as she could.

"Shut your mouth about my home!" she yelled, furious. "Not all of us are rich, you know! Not all of us have homes, or servants, or big, fancy lawns and room and rooms full of toys! Not all of our mommies could die coming out of a fancy opera play, some of them died while trying to be able to afford food for the night! We're not all spoiled, rich, dummies that stuff our mouths whenever we please, and we can't all afford nice, safe places to sleep, so shut your mouth about my HOME!"

With that she started to weep, and turned, throwing herself onto the bed, starting to weep stormily and burry herself under the blankets.