<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)">“Do we need to have a name? I mean….never thought about it and wouldn’t even know where to start.” </span>okay she’d go along. What did she hace to lose anyways?<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)">“So you got us all here. Props to you. I’m no legacy I’m just born strange. How does that make me a…” </span>she waved her hand around trying to find the word.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)">“worthy of being here? All my gifts have gotten me outside of Mexico are trouble. I’m not sure how they’d help.” </span>she said looking at the invitation and without doing anything lifted it to her waving hand and lowering to look at it. She did te opening by just thinking about it. Her power was a great asset when she really wanted to be lazy. Reading silently her attention went to the food.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)">“I like the food bringer.” </span>she said with a smile as she didn’t bother moving but easily plated a slice of pizza, burger and fries  along with a can of soda that floated towards her with the ease of a pro.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)">“Thr big lizard better not get between me and food less he wants to be tossed.” </span>she joked