"It's nice to meet you as well, Brianna," Mags grinned. She wiped her flat, brown leather boots on the doormat outside before stepping into the mansion, letting the familiar feelings of warm, learning-intensive summers wrap around her like a familiar blanket. Not really having Brianna's grace when it came to non-American cultures, Mags settled for a friendly wave and a bright "Hello!" She'd only met the turtles once, last summer, and didn't know them quite well enough yet. She knew this one had the name of some cologne, though.

Which was it, again?

Oh! "Aramis, right?"