Mirja was having a stroll though the Seretei. Not that she really cred where she was going, or for what purpose, or what was stuck to her shoe, but she was walking. It might have been a booger. But, couldn't be hers, all her boogers got eaten. Waste No Food, or so her rather newish saying went. She liked making sayings, and also liked stealing other peoples sayings and passing them off as her own. Not that she would ever admit they where stolen, but still. Same with breasts, there was just...something about them so enamouring that she couldn't tear her eyes away from a pair once they had latched on. It got her into quite a bit of trouble sometimes.

With a sigh, she patted her Zanpaktou. Apparently it was with a spirit of something like that, but she hadn't been able to contact it or even bake it some cookies. What kind of person didn't like cookies? It was a terrible world to live in.
"Well, I'll just eat all the cookies to myself then" she giggled, skipping along merrily.