Whitefish River Very scary doll

"No —" Genie couldn't help but crack a smile at the girl's words and she looked up from her food to cast the still unnamed stranger a curious, yet half amused glance. "— it's a valley between the mountains. It's great. Really pretty." For some reason, flirty words kept popping into her mind, but she knew that there was probably a 5% chance of her actually saying them out loud, so she resigned herself to food instead. If it didn't work out, Genie thought sarcastically to herself, she could always have a relationship with food. It would never be unrequited and she would never be heartbroken. 

The girl told Genie her history which the chocolate fae listened to attentively through little bites of her food, velvet ears flicking forwards to catch the accented words slipping from between the yearling's lips. "Sounds like a bit of a rocky childhood," she commented quietly. It was more of a factual observation than anything else, and she meant absolutely no offense by it, given that her childhood had been, in her opinion, good until a complete disaster ruined everything, including the good memories she had before. Even those were tainted.

"I'm Genie," the fae smiled faintly. "Genie Korwulyn. Nice to meet you, Chusi."