"I don't know," Life admitted, seeming happy. "But it reminds me of you when you smile."
Clearing his throat, the pale doll shoved his hands into his white pockets.

It was then that he heard a slight rustling in a nearby plant growth.

Life reached over to grab Selma's hand again, though this time a bit more possesively. "Who's there?" he called out, his voice echoing about the damp garden.

((I'm giving someone a chance to introduce themselves, just in case they wanted to do so like this. If not, then I'll mess with the moment myself. :D))