the "strangers in my kitchen" effect

The voice calling out from above her was unexpected, so she jumped up to be on level ground, eyeing the stranger up and down before answering as she bought herself to a seat. He smelled like he belonged here, not like her. "Sparin' yer floors." She lifted a mushroom laden leg, showing off the glowing ooze trail from where she had knocked one off earlier in the day. They sprouted from her ears, about her neck and out of the point where her legs met her torso. This was probably the first time she'd even managed to sprout one on her tail. "This time'o year seems ter make it worse, but m' brothers just had ter come." She rolled her eyes. "What about you castle boy? Shouldn' yer be in there dancin' w' all th' pretty girls?" She couldn't be bothered trying to mask her disdain, though she did batt her eyes for effect.