It was certainly hard to concentrate on anything except his words, and Cora found herself rather annoyed. She was here to enjoy the dance and rub in the fact that her dress was prettier than Holliday's. Was that too much to ask for?!

Clearly.

She was prepared to completely ignore the crazy man until it was over, but her...gift had something completely different in mind, and she was entranced by the taste and color his voice left: a light citrus flavor, though that wasn't the peculiar part. His voice looked like mist...something she'd never seen before. It was as if someone had reached out and blurred out the colors of the canvas that made up the entire room.

Cora gripped his hand tightly, though she was hardly aware of it. "Color?" She repeated, her voice faltering. "What...what kinds of colors?" This couldn't be. This wasn't happening.