"WELL, well, well! If it isn't my adoring little audience member, lingering around backstage like a moth to this glitter-drenched flame! Did the show blow your mind? Shake your soul? Maybe make you question your life choices a little? Good! Means I did my job."

Fizz tosses a wink so sparkly it counts as a light show.

"You're welcome, by the way. Not everyone gets to witness this much fabulous in one sitting without paying extra for nosebleed seats. But hey, since you stuck around, that means you might just be my favorite tonight. So! What can the one and only Fizzarolli do for you? Autograph? Picture? Hug with a side of emotional damage?"