Before Franny can take them out the front door, Vivi throws her hands up and explodes in a fantastic tirade, the last of the mint leaves she was holding gently drifting about the room as she rants. "Heeey Big Sis, you know we can't just go exploring without our good friends... Big Bro and... Dumb-head!" She spins her arms around in clockwise and then counter-clockwise circles, as though gathering momentum. "We'll be out in the middle of nowhere and then we'll be attacked by the Dread Imp Morael and he'll be like" Vivi crouches down and uses her hands to imitate giant fangs. "Mwah mwah mwah I am here to eat your souls and use your bones for silverware." Vivi jumps back up to standing and makes elaborate hand gestures that amount to nothing. "And then I'll be like oh no my soul is not ripe yet please go away and I'll try to zap him with my incredibly strong rebuking and banishing powers but he will be too busy chopping my ankles off because Big Bro isn't there to stand around and intercept!!!"
Vivi brings a fist down into her open palm and stares Franny dead in the eyes, then leans forward and begins mock-pummeling her about the shoulders. "So why don't you go find DUMB HEAD and I'll go ask around the local bone fences for Big Bro, ok!? OK!"
Vivi rummages through her pockets ecstatically and produces... a handful of candy canes, a single copper coin, a bit of charcoal and a very small white headband that looks to be very poorly home-made. She puts the head-band on Reginald Fuzztuckus the Third, hangs the candy ganes from her antlers and only one of her natural horns, and then wedges the copper coin against her eye opposite the candy-cane'd horn. She adjusts it until it fits comfortably enough if she just flexes her eye shut a bit, like wearing a monocle. She then uses the charcoal to draw dark lines under her eyes.
She makes more elaborate hand-gestures. "I'm street. We'll meet back here at night and then go look at ponies." Vivi whirls around and departs.
Vivi very quickly begins making contact with people in the bad parts of town and near any local graveyards, asking about a big idiot who looks like Dog and probably spends his time digging graves for no pay because he's really bad at being a property-free monk or something.
Vivi's Streetwise
1d20 +9
19 + 9 = 28
Obviously her new persona is WORKING and the other mushroom farmers, con artists and drunken idiots can feel the immense authority radiating from Reginald's new headgear.