"Ohhhh." Kissy had only the vaguest notion of what a surname was, but since his first name was Henry then that had to be his middle name or something? Whatever, people had tones of weird names. Not like fae names were much easier. Nichelle was just the human term for her name. The faerie way had a bunch of accent marks and syllables and it ran into some long, single name. Ni-shuh-ay-ye'-shuh-arr-ia-shuh-ey-ouev-ye', or rather, that would be the best she'd come up with to translating it. There were little sounds and accents she didn't know a way of explaining except to demonstrate.
This was very neat. Kissy thought boys should automatically stop to help a girl in trouble, especially when she was looking all cute. It said something that she was pleasantly surprised when one did. Maybe she should have tried this before!
"Strawberry tart is cooled and has more cream." She coyly corrected. "This is, like, a creme brulee, but like, not. With like, a baked crust for the custard? And the burnt sugar is totally bad for you, like, super bad, but like, if you flash-chilled strawberries and then sliced them while they were still firm and put them on top you could get some of that sweetness naturally and enjoy the contrast of cold and warm and cremey and firm still." All of this description was filled with big motions and even bigger emotion. When Kissy talked about food, she really felt her words. Her scent moving to highlight each ingredient or process as she could clearly imagine the smell and taste so clearly in her mind.
Somewhere in there she managed to hand him her bag. "I am so totally hungry now!" Wow, he was holding a bunch of junk. Maybe he worked in the circus or something. "Hey, can you totally help me bring this stuff back to my room?" As if he had much of a choice.