"Jooooana," the voice repeated, spinning the word around like a tip before letting it go in another giggle. "Like the queen of Lourdensail? Nice to meetcha. 'm Pip. That's notta Name-name, but ish what I got."

A scuffle followed over her skin, fluffing faintly chilly closer her ear. Not that Pip's relative volume much decreased for this. "Imma Shade. 'parently, we are havin a renaissance."