Far be it for Kissy to not be swayed by an accent. She was easily swayed by empty vanities. And he was right, she barely managed to heft up her cell phone, a pad, and four pens in her hands. For a faerie girl, she was pretty tall, but her hands and feet were notably delicate for her frame. She was a little surprised (and very relieved) that by the time she had recovered from her bag's death enough to pay attention it was like everything had alredy been done for her. That was convenience!
"Oooh, thanks!" Kissy was very appreciative, clutching her items to her chest and beaming. If there was something she liked more than empty vanity, it was pure convenience. Her empty bag hung at her side, it's bottom in cute tatters. "Is that like Knock Knock? Is that your real name?" She asked immediately, really kind of noticing him for the first time.
Kissy swore now she'd recognize him if he was in one of her classes. He was kind of cute. A little young and not sophisticated as she tended to go for, but it wasn't like she was writing him off. She giggled and infused the air around them with the sweet scent of strawberries over the smell of crust baking. If you wanted someone to like you you had to appeal to them. Kissy called Knock for a boy who would like homey smells. She just didn't know why. No one could resist the power of baking smells.