"Is this your bedroom?" Rosa asked, skeptically, as she sat up and looked around, shoving the dog off her slightly and settling in to just sort of scratch behind her ears. It didn't look like a kid room; it looked like the room of some boring grown-up, but whatever. She shrugged. "Then this must be your dog. What's her name? It doesn't matter. I want to call her Emily."

Of course she did.

"She's Emily now. And I'm Rosa. Who are you?"