She stops, listening to the barely concealed anger colouring Ale's tone.
"Even more so when you realize I was born in 1990." Alice says, she was often faced with the ridiculousness of her parents, very, very, old fashioned beliefs.
A strings pulled nod, "Understandable, you're not for the Domain's entertainment. Perhaps, put up a notice for the next Formal Court, with a musical theme, and kindred are invited to preform. Giving a few time to polish old skills, or perhaps learn something new." Kindred did enjoy showing off. "Without something as hard as a set classical music only, we might enjoy a few genres."
A laugh, hollow and empty, "Perhaps, but I know you're older then I, and I did live in an older Victorian sort of styled home. When I was alive. It had a gazebo, or a trellis? Whatever it's called - By my window. I used to climb down it, usually nightly. The sun hurt my eyes." she'd met Henry then. Surprising herself, that she remembered him. But he was the Shadow who wanted to Embrace her, who had slain her sire and left the Doll in the Haunt's ash. Perhaps that trauma was simply imprinted into the hollow of her bones. "But I do still enjoy the history of such places. If they're actual old and not just new builds with an older facade."