[ Ah, she's glad her new friend (...) doesn't seem to take exception. Collette grins and laughs lightly at her comments. ]

Oh, we have the rich, the entitled, the famous -- you don't need another species just to have a bunch of people decide to look down on you.

[ Which either doesn't bother her, or bothers her in a way she chooses to hide. ]

Santa Claus? Hahaha, no way! He's not an archmage, if he does his job using magic, and he definitely isn't a warlord. He's a story we tell kids about, this big guy in a red suit who brings all the nice children toys one day of the year, and leaves all the naughty children coal.

[ Because that makes sense. ]

Romantic drool? I don't think I'm buying what you're selling. Unless someone's really into kissing you... no that is still just totally gross, I'm sorry.