A warm chuckled dripped from wide lips. "Yeah, because then you'd be my sister and how wierd would that be?" Color rose in her cheeks as the words rolled back ot her ears. A quick save was thrown out to keep the peace, "I mean if we were family we should've grown up together..." The sentence faded on a squint. There was something off the mark about that stream of conciousness that just failed utterly. It was nice, not to mention rare, to find someone who got her sense of humor not to mention having it. Without intending to calculations of probability arose in the artist's mind. But as art and basic math skills don't get along well the numbers crashed in her brain. The shattered numbers did however provide fodder for a very interesting collage idea, maybe with some nice found art.
The sound of her own name lured the butch from the wandering direction of her thoughts. Brilliant blues popped in attentive listening as her pretty new friend's words sunk in. Large hands slid into jean pockets, arms locking to the side of the boi's torso. "Oh, I got turned around trying to find the way out." One hand escaped the pocket to rub over a flat belly with a smile. "Or breakfast whichever comes first. Mostly I think I hear my mini fridge calling me from across town," Kiera chuckled.