Momordico looked around for his friends, looking at Irene when he saw them stand next to him. “Hello…”
Irene smiled down at them. “And who might you darlings be?”
“The Melancholy friends”, they replied.
Irene frowned slightly, but quickly replaced it with a smile. “What a funny name,” she remarked. “Why do you call yourselves that?”
Momordico spoke for the group once more, seeing as how the rest of the group were either looking around, or playing with and umbrella.
"Because melancholy means literally; black bile. We’re usually dressed in black, as if it black bile, and we didn’t wash our clothes."