so grow tall sugarcane

Do I look good at this angle?

...Sure?

"Lavitham, fine!" He tried to pronounce it - again, another failure. Sitting beside Olivia again, his lips pulled into a grin befor tilting his head, lookng around the orphanage room. "Well yes, this is my most important thing. I do hate to see you in here… but soon that’ll be over! You’re 18 now, correct? That means soon enough you can leave." He was excited by the idea. Olivia didn’t belong in such a place.

She smiled, glancing around the room. "I am 18. I've been trying to find a place so I don't have to drift around," she explained, sitting back. "But I'm happy I get out of here soon." 

From the looks of your bed hair, I’d say that you’ve been out for at least a good hour.

Ugh, now I feel all groggy. 

Basil slowly climbed out of his chair with a wide grin and laughed quietly, shaking his head. “I’ve told you this before, Miss.. Flabberhanger.” He made no attempt to correct himself on her name - he never had been able to pronounce it. “Come visiting you daily is my number one priority.”

Olivia laughed, shaking her head at him. "It's Lavisham!" she smiled. She found it at least endearing that he'd try, and the names he always settled on, despite them being wrong, were quite hilarious. "I'm flattered. I really am. I love your daily company."

How should I know that, Laddie. Ye the one who fell asleep, so you should know, eh? Rise and shine, anyway!

I suppose you're right. At least maybe I get some more jewelry made without interruptions...

"The staff here said it was in the afternoon. I got here a while ago. I figured I’d wait around until you awoke." Basil quirked his lips slightly, sat in the corner of her room. "Hello, dearest."

"Basil!" she grinned, sitting up. "You waited around? Oh dear, I hope it wasn't too long. I know you have important matters to handle."