My mother always told me that I was too restless, that I needed to settle down and read a book or draw a picture or do something that wasn't running around like a wild thing. [ She shrugs her shoulders lightly. ] Even when I got older, I still wasn't very good at sitting still.

And you know, being a Warrior of Light, I have to go to a lot of different places and meet a lot of people, so it works for me. [ She tilts her head to one side then, giving him a somewhat pointed look. ] I must have met you at some point during my traveling around. Or is it that I haven't met you yet?

[ She likes to think she would remember meeting someone like him, but the fact that he's hiding his face and being vague on certain details is complicating that.

Still, nothing comes to mind no matter how hard she tries to think if she has encountered him before. She decides to simply put that question away for a little while, not forgetting about it, but not focusing on it either. Perhaps it is just a case of having met so many different people, but she still believes that he's not so easily forgotten.

When she goes through with the rather silly action of throwing the snowball at him, she finds she can't hold back a laugh when it goes right through him. For a moment, she's afraid that she offended him, when he was talking about a relatively serious subject, and for just a second she freezes in place.

It isn't until he laughs himself that she relaxes once more. And when he laughs a second time, she doesn't even bother hiding the smile that crosses her face. ]

What? I didn't do anything except act absolutely silly and do something my mother would have frowned upon.

[ She's still smiling, but now there's a look of confusion mixed in with her look of happiness at hearing him laugh. ]

Why thank me?