"These people ask so many questions I'm not sure where to start. . ." Tinkermon mutters to herself as she mulls over what to say.  "Siiiiiggghhhh." She voiced out, "Fine, I'll just let you decide for us Anna.  I'll just rest on your head here."  The little pixie just slumped on Anna's head with a really relaxed face.

"If we're traveling together, I say the forest.  Deserts are sandy and hot. . ."  Annaliese said fairly calm.  "I've seen things on T.V. about people dying in the desert.  I don't want that, plus, the witch's house in Hansel and Gretel was in the forest.  Maybe we'll find one in this world."  As serious as she was, Anna was still a little girl with the thoughts of childish nature among those of an adult.  "Wouldn't that be interesting?"

From atop the girl's head Tinkermon muttered, "What's with the nice and innocent act all of a sudden? Geez."  Lucky for her and perhaps even Anna herself that the German girl didn't hear the comment.  "Well, whatever."