Her rapt concentration ended when he stopped, but the serious look on her face stayed until he agreed to try and teach her. And what else could she ask? The smile that bloomed on her face was bright and pleased, friendly.
"Well, I'll be a good student," Zanna proclaimed, setting the last of her pink-purple smoothie aside and resting her hands in her lap. Brighter or not, she was still paying close attention - waiting for him to begin again, maybe, so that she could observe. Or for him to indicate that the teaching might actually start.