"Hi!" answered the cool and fluffy spot against her neck. At least, there was a voice, high and glassy, limned with echoes, seeming to come from about the same place. "I know I'm buttin, but ish too bright outttttt. An your headscarf is nice!"

Not said as if "nice" made for anything so simple as the word might appear of itself. More like nice was the end goal of all living things, particularly the on wiggling against Joanna.