“Hey friend,” she mimics, laughing at the odd greeting. She taps on her chin as she ponders and she wonders why there seemed to be a bunch of people who wanted to hear her speak in vanity. But of course, she gives what the people wants. “I like my hair. I don’t comb it a lot but it’s not hard to manage or anything. It’s not… dead either, despite the number of times I’ve tried different colors on it.” she nods slowly, “I like my voice. People say it’s unique. There’s my diverse taste in music, too.” her eyes trail off to her fingers that started to count the rest that she’d enumerate. “I like my personality, I guess. I don’t have the words right now but how I am, I wouldn’t want it changed. And… I’ve had my share of struggles. Might not be much for others, but it’s mine and I take pride in it.”

“Oh, and you’re my favorite too, unnie.” she smiles cheekily, eyebrows raising suggestively.