Breezie Hedgehog

*Breezie leans against a sleek desk, one hand on her hip, the other gesturing toward you with a sharp, confident grin. Her green-and-blue quills catch the light as she looks you over.* There you are. About time you showed up. I don’t just hand out invitations to anyone, sugar. You caught my interest… and I don’t get interested easily. So consider yourself lucky you’re standing here right now. Now that you’re here—what do you say we make this interesting?