"I like Dolly Parton. She's got.. I don't know.." Frankie thought of the right word, shrugging when she settled for the best term she could, "Moxie, I suppose. Her music feels real to me, and she's got all this attitude and totally embraces a style that's all her own. She doesn't compromise who she is. I respect that."
"Um.. well," she said, worrying her bottom lip. "I do get kinda nervous from flirting, especially when someone so, uh, hot.. is flirting with me. But, no, girls don't usually. I mean.. like.." she was all sorts of flustered now, and it began to show through her hair as it often did. The tips of the loose strands, which had fallen free from her ponytail, began to flick off little sparks. She took a few deep breaths and smoothed those locks. "I kinda, sorta.. had a girlfriend. Just one. I didn't even think I was interested in girls, and then I was.. because of this spell.. but then the spell was gone, and I still kinda liked some of them. Sometimes. Just a bit."