That's more interesting than the kids I know. Plus, they all have boring names. [Folding the stick up, now.] What's yours? [Expecting something outlandish.]
Well, don't you know... [With a knowing grin, she ran her tongue across the top row of jagged teeth.] All colors have a flavor. Light, ink, blood.
Not exactly. [Taking the PDA back, she gave it a good lick. No new messages. She thumbed the button that turned off the screen and then pocketed it.
And by pocketed, I mean she held it out and it turned into an image on a pixelated card of some type, which then vanished into thin air with the sound as if someone had shuffled a deck of cards.] But there are mind games involved~