Fisher was wholly impressed. "You can become water?" he gaped. "That's terrific! That's a lot better than talking to a lot of dead people you've never met before. Although that has its advantages," he added hastily, since (duh) Ita had a few dead relatives she would probably love to talk to one on one. "I mean, I wouldn't have met you if I couldn't."
When Ita squeed, Fisher was taken aback. People didn't usually explode their happiness all over him, and he wasn't sure what to think. Ita also didn't seem to realize that not everyone spoke 'Ita', which meant that not everyone could just hop from one subject to another in a single sentence. "Oh, um, uh, sure, I guess you could. I'd need to get some hairties, though." He didn't have any to speak of. What kind of braids would she give him, anyway? Pigtails? Cornrows? That might be pretty sweet, he thought to himself. Though I'd look ridiculous.
Then he realized there'd been another question hidden in Ita's sudden outburst, one not regarding his hair. "Music Theory," he told her. "I went to Tisch. It's part of NYU. Really good art school." It had been, too. He'd gotten to learn hands on what the music industry would be like, how to record in a real studio, what the entire process entailed.
"What about you, Ita? What do you want to be when you grow up?"