Damn right Kanaria wasn't an ordinary doll. She was made from a master craftsman that loved her and her sisters. Rozen Maidens disliked being compared to or called anything lesser than the masterpieces of beauty that they were. Kanaria would get a little uppity, but she wasn't as petty or sensitive about it as some of the other dolls were.

She looked down at Woody when he spoke up, then at one of the various doors floating. "They'll all take us to the same place, though." The box floated to a random door, staring at the heavy marble structure. It was worth a try, though.