She laughed softly and reached out to touch his hand. "I'm sure you're not a pig. You're a pixie, right? Last I knew there weren't any pixie-pigs about." She titled her head and peered at him, pulling her lips in and biting down a bit. She was amused at his excitable nature. He was all bubbly and energetic. "Is Raggs your only sibling?" She realized that though she was sitting at a table with the young pixie across from her, she knew relatively nothing about him. She wondered what it would be like to have only one sibling, instead of... so many you couldn't even keep track. She was pretty sure one of her mothers had been pregnant when she'd come back this summer from her visit.
She laughed and shook her head at him. "I'm not a mermaid. We have our own songs, thank you very much." She replied indignantly, although she was grinning from ear to ear. She found his enthusiasm endearing and funny. He was a genuinely nice person that she liked being around. "I appreciate your candor." She gave him a wink and then listened to him talk about his own home life.
It was interesting, a pixie's life, very unlike her own. Pranks, humans, dancing, fighting trolls. She'd never done any of that. Well, aside from dancing. But that only since she'd come to Alden. She wasn't as sure on her legs as she was in the water, even after all the time she'd spent in a human form. "Sounds very exciting." She whispered slightly. "But you don't sound like you're an American. Were you born in Ireland?" She thought he had a bit of a brogue to his voice, but she couldn't be sure. She had Irish cousins, but she didn't see them very often.