"Attic c'mon baby, I helped make the world. I don't need an escort to walk around Fiddle's backyard."

"You are the Seamstress Supreme's favorite guest. Anything less would be poor manners."

"Hah! Are you just worried I'll steal something. Get into some trouble. Seduce the entire species away from Fid?"

"I would never suggest anything scandalous about the Seamstress Supreme's favorite guest."

"You don't think I can do it."

"Do which?"

"Seduce every knicknack."

"A tenth, and only because everyone knows Fiddle Widget likes you."

"Okay okay. What about you? How wide do you think I can get an Attic Door to open for me?"

"My hinges are tight, but you are grease incarnate."

"Wow I'm getting styled on. You can't do that."

"I was built out of Style, you know. You can't pull seniority on me."

"Dang. Dang, hell, right. You were Fid's Style elemental."

"To a very different interpretation of the element from Meadoe's."

"Shining armor and tea cups. Over leather and motorcycles. S'reason I'm the Heir."

"You'd look cute in a little steel helmet and booties. We can get you a little sword to swing around in your mouth."

"You'd be hot in leather. Nice assless chaps? Rawr."

"Someday, maybe. It has only been 5,000 years. You haven't worn me down yet."

"I'lllll keep trying."

"Delightful."

There's a reason so many knicknacks have similar patterns. There are a lot of knicknacks that have Attic Door's rough body-shape. Large, short thighs, long stilt legs, narrow body and tall neck, long arms ending in large, dangerous hands. Attic Door was the first. Before time began, Attic Door existed. She also existed even before that. As one of the very first thoughts to coalesce into reality, Attic Door existed alongside Fiddle Widget in the nascet ribbon, during the compression, as she developed her backstory. The first knight, and one of the first beings to exist at all, Attic Door remains a shining example for countless gallant knicknacks, and an unobtainable bang for Bad Boy.