that stereotypical 'i just can't wait!'

He could have rolled his eyes. Could have, being key.

He saw her snarl, and his inflated self ego knew that if Widow had any threat to him... Recluse and Eraithus would be there in a heart beat. "I mean" he began, as if exhausted and having to point it out was tiring "you look different" But he said that hadn't he? "in a good way" Maybe he should have started at that "everyone lookin' the same is booooring! I look like Ma a bit, but I'm still different from her!" Like Widow was! "if you looked the same as me, it wouldn't make us special, right?" Even if they were both princess and prince, looking like Widow would be weird.

"I wish I had gold" Imp began again, staring openly at the girl "oh, oh... do you have an hourglass on your back, in gold? Like a black widow?" He didn't see any, but he could be wrong. She was much too tall for him to look at properly "brown recluse?" he furrowed his brows "I thought Ma was named 'Recluse' cause she was... uhhh... independent?" Habari was pretty closed off from other packs, but Imp didn't know that. He assumed that's what it meant, that his mother was solitary or anti-social or... Whatever "she doesn't look like a spider." If she did, that'd be gross!

"he speaks"