“Ye kissed a pixie?” If his voice sounded a bit incredulous, that would be an accurate reflection of his surprise. “I hae soo many questions, Juney.”
Cam lowered his sword - his sword, now - and laid it on the ground to his left, left hand still on the hilt. He faced Juniper properly, shifting just enough to remain cross-legged, but able to look at her directly. Amusement quirked at the corners of his lips as he resumed speaking.
“Pixies fixate on whatever, so her interest in yer shoes owlmoost doesna matter. Though... were yer shoes verra interesting?” He tried to think what else a young woman like Juniper might carry on her person that would attract a pixie, but they could be a little chaotic, so it was difficult to tell most of the time.