"Orange who," she says with a smile that is just begging to be transformed into a laugh. Grey eyes are drawn to the floor, where he rides stylishly on the stone floor.

He's a very fashionable, plump skeleton, for what it's worth. The galaxy hoodie is amazing-- and makes her think of a recently acquired chart of the sky at night. Maybe he's into that sort of thing?

And those shoes, girl. She rolls onto her heels and glances down at her own shoes. Yup, still there, still covering up her socks, still keeping the dirt and water out of the toe-region.

It'll do. And she's more excited about the joke, anyway.