"Awwwwh, thanks!" She squeaked, her pitch hitting a particular high octave, even for her. Truth be told, she was 100% aware of how high her voice was and would never do anything to change it. It made her different and it made her happy when people said they knew she was coming just by the sound of her voice.
"You're an imp, I totally never knew an imp before." Actually, she did. Kinda, sorta. She just forget he was an imp and always thought he was an elemental or something. Kissy just had a block on facts about him in general. That was so weird. "Oh hey, it's too bad Ophelia wasn't here still. Sorry, she was totally my roommate until like, a few weeks ago I totally hope she's okay! Ohmigawd, you should've met her she liked the dark too and had some kind of, uh, shadowy power or something."
Kissy was pretty sure Ophelia had tried to explain it to her, but those random mystical arts turned her head around. She got being magical, but just sort of having random magical powers confused her. If that made any sense. Whatever. She flung open the door and walked in, unceremoniously dumping her handfuls on the bureau by the door, but of course held on to her cell phone. She'd gotten two texts in just the time it'd taken them to get back to the room.
"Sorry it's such a mess. Where are imps from? Are you all imp? I'm a little bit pixie, too, but almost all faerie. Most people don't really know the difference, but like, it makes a total difference because faeries, like, can turn out with all kinds of stuff. Are there alot of imps here? I heard there were a bunch of imps, like, ummm...heehee! I forgot. Somewhere! Do you want some candy?" She had a half pound bag of colorful, multi-flavored non-pareils with some colorful ribbon sealing it closed. Hopefuly he would and open that damned ribbon. Kissy's scissors were MIA and Ophelia had taken her easy to find pair with her when she'd left.