"Everybody's like that, though. Least the fairies are honest about that. They're also very good at makiing toast. I miss fairy breakfast." Delirium was playing with a poker chip she'd dug out of one of her pockets, turning it over in her fingers with no effort at all. She found it a lot easier to focus on talkign to someone, when she was focusing on something else.
The mention of her hair made her frown, even more confused. "It just does. I'm broken. It used to listen to me, now it does whatever it wants. It's kind of a deceitful little twat." She mimicked the phrase, not really knowing what it meant. But her hair did remind her of the fairies she knew. So it had to fit. Right?