She cocked her head almost unnaturally far to the side, glowering a bit. "Yes. Destiny, Destruction, Death, Dream, Desire... Despair, and Delirium." Del ticked the names off on her fingers, having to will the other two digits up, to account for her sister and herself. She shook her hand, and they fell to the ground as a pair of frogs, hopping with annoyed little croaks off towards the warmer sidewalk. "Have always been, will always be, and me the youngest. Four plus three,"
The comment about peanuts got a little grasp? "Honey roasted?" She shook her head emphatically, leaning forward to stage whisper at him. "They scream so loud in the pot. Awful little noises."