The dolls excuse themselves.
"Sorry, Tinie, the baking contest took longer than expected."
"Oh, don't worry, I'm not mad. Come on in."
Just then, another bike arrives with a porcelain-headed, stern looking doll.
"Hi, Porcellinie! Any new recruits for TGS?"
"Not today. But maybe next time!"
Everyone leans their bikes against the wall and walks into the house. Soon, the living room is filled with cheerful chatter.
Tessa pours herself a cup of tea. She feels like talking, but with whom?