come to papa

Upon hearing his response the girl looked a bit defeated. It didn't take much for Jupiter to put two and two together. She'd looked so hopeful after scratching in the dirt that he believed she had made a genuine effort to communicate with him, which left only one option: maybe that was her only way.

He would be lying if he said he wasn't a little disappointed. He'd bought her because she was a cute little thing and he'd been hoping for a pretty little sales bunny to help him sell his wares. Eye candy was known to increase profits. But she couldn't sell things, could she, if she couldn't speak. Oh well, he wasn't taking her back. He'd just have to find another use for her.

"Well I gotta call you something, huh?" He squinted at her, the wheels turning as he tried to come up with a fitting name. "How about...Holly. Short, sweet, cute like you. Nice ring to it, I think."

"Jupiter"   "Amadeus" ”You”