One speaks English, the other one speaks German (well, not really, but it sounds like she speaks German). Both currently have separation anxiety (a perfectly normal part of childhood), so when around toys, one or both end up crying. One doesn’t eat hotdogs, the other one doesn’t eat ice cream, at a stage when they’re supposed to go gaga over those treats. Both love the cold weather, and are comfortable in it. One is okay with clips and headbands and ribbons, the other one gets pissed off if there’s anything in her hair. You’d think they’d act feminine given their name, but no. Both are rowdy like boys. You see, they are different and the same in so many ways, but in the end, they would have no choice but to like each other. Why? Because their mothers would see that it happens, that’s why.