Lola tilted her head at that answer. Born with hair like that. There was a lot to this world she had to know about, sadly this bit of information won't help her keep her own look alive. And she'd hate to have to coordinate clothes with her real hair color. Shudder. "That's... really unfair."

Julio the rat makings it way over to Ao, because clearly the little ball of fluff was far more important than either of their masters right now.

"Oh, right! I'm Lola." Manners, she'd forgotten them in all the being easily distracted.