There really was something different about little Kristen Peloe. Other than that part where she was an Aussie who didn't even belong in the states. True, Bubbles and Briony were demons better suited to all the levels of Hell than this one, but at least they'd been kicking it around in America. Bubbles wasn't a big fan of the imports. She totally didn't get why they were such a big deal. It wasn't like they were anything special.
Though right then she'd decided that for the current moment Kristen couldn't be so bad since she'd gone ahead and switched her juices. Not that she'd really had a choice in the whole thing, but it probably made feel better to think that she had. When you just took things from kids they had that really irritating habit of running off and telling the adults. Like the adults cared. They didn't really care, but they'd come over and make a big fuss and Bubbles didn't want to have to go to the principal's office or have her aunt and uncle called in. Then they'd probably put down the bottles and pills for the night to 'pay attention to her' and seriously? Bubbles didn't want to watch movies with talking animals or play boardgames. She wanted them to leave her alone except for when she didn't and that wasn't so hard. Was it? No, she wasn't asking for the world here. Sticking the juice box, Bubbles happily sucked down half the box before she said anything again. There was Kristen, a probably normal girl except for that part where she wasn't, trying to make conversation with demons. Bubbles was surprised she hadn't started giggling already. "Yeah, it's a neat box. So Kristen, why wasn't your sister on the news yesterday or today? She get sick?" Yes, Bubbles watched the news. It kept her up-to-date on all the happenings so she could figure out what kind of other demons or whatever were in town.