Fanfar's Floral Curse

Fanfar was growing increasingly itchy and panicked. "Ah, my skin is burning!"

"Maybe you're allergic to me," Kim said with a grin.

"If that were true, I'd be sneezing, but maybe. What am I going to do?" He paced the room in a panic when there was a knock on the door.

Despite Kim's warning for silence, Fanfar shouted, "What is it?"

"It's me, Kiti," said the person outside the door.

Kim immediately went to the door and tried to understand who was behind the door by smelling.

Meanwhile, Kiti continued, "Everyone is waiting for you and your friend. Aren't you coming?"

"What can I do? I'm in trouble with an allergic reaction. I can't come," Fanfar shouted.

Kiti giggled, "Are you itching again?"

"What? Again?" Fanfar questioned.

"Do you have small red spots? Like scales that glow slightly and change color?" Kiti asked.

"No," Fanfar began to say, but Kim answered, "Yes, those."

Kiti continued to guess. "Your hair is red? And your eyes are orange now, aren't they?"