>Follow her in.
>"You've never struck me as one of divine blood, to be a little frank. I assume you favor you other parent?"
>You follow her inside. She has a cosy living room, with some comfortable-looking seats and a long table. The living room leads right through to the kitchen, and there's also a door to the left. There's a tea pot on the table with some tea cups and a sugar bowl.
>"Oh, ehehehe.." She grins, and says: "She's not actually my mom. She created me, that's true, but I am not actually related to her. She always did treat me as her daughter, and I treated her as my mom, but...."
>She walks to the table, and pours in tea for you two.
>"If you want some sugar, go ahead" she says.