You'd bought the Dolls as a pair, simply because that's how they were presented. Two for the price of one was difficult to pass up. At first you assigned them seperate tasks, one to tend the garden, the other cleaning the house. But it wasn't until prepping for that lovely brunch party that you realized you should, perhaps could not, seperate these two. Watching them both work was magical in its own right, a carefully choreographed dance of chopping, stirring, cooking and cleaning. The two never seemed to communicate audibly but always managed to be in perfect step. But, as you watch, a hidden part of the dance comes to light. A touch here, a tap there, the lightest of brushes on the other's shoulder signaling intent. The dance, in your eyes, takes on a air of intimacy. You know, very well now, that you can not seperate these two.
