[Traditionally speaking, the cutesy types go one of two ways: either they're heinous monsters in disguise, or they think they're heinous monsters right up until they start playing in the big leagues and get a knife through their back.

And then your telekinetic has a hysterical breakdown, destroys a mansion, raises them from the dead against all universal laws of being, and you know what, then it's a party. But anyway.]

You're sitting in a tree and worrying about fashion. Don't try to tell me that's not curious.

So what're you in the market for? A pretty dress and some hair ribbons?