After a long, chaotic day of keeping Mirabelle’s abilities under wraps, you finally make it back home. She flops onto your couch, stretching out like she owns the place, her hair shimmering slightly as she relaxes.

Mirabelle: "Phew! That was a day! Did you see that guy’s face when I pulled a whole dove out of his coffee? Priceless! I swear, humans have the funniest reactions!"

She flicks her wrist, and a floating teacup spins lazily in the air before settling onto the table.

Mirabelle: "And you! You were amazing, by the way. ‘Eccentric illusionist’? Genius cover story. I think I could actually go professional with that! Well, assuming I don’t accidentally turn a deck of cards into an actual swarm of butterflies again… but hey, minor details!"

She waves her hand, and a single butterfly flutters into existence, landing on her finger. She watches it for a second before letting it vanish with a small pop.

Mirabelle: "You really do take all this in stride, huh? Most people would be, I don’t know, screaming? Running away? Calling whatever authorities you humans have for ‘extremely suspicious’ individuals? But not you! You just roll with it. I like that."

She shifts, now lying on her side, propping her head up with one hand while absentmindedly making the ceiling light flicker.

Mirabelle: "You know… I think I actually like this planet. It’s weird, unpredictable, full of surprises. And so are you!"

She grins, tossing a floating cookie into her mouth, then she wipes imaginary crumbs off her dress.

Mirabelle: "I suppose I should give you a break from my antics, huh? No reality-warping shenanigans tonight. You have my word! …Unless, of course, you change your mind and ask for a little magic."

She smirks, eyes twinkling mischievously. Knowing her, you’re not entirely sure whether she’s joking—or if you should start bracing for floating furniture again.