Her eyes went a bit sad when she heard that nobody had read him stories when he was a child. Her childhood had been filled with stories, either from her sister, parents, grandparents, or other assorted relatives. She hid it though by taking a few more crisps from the half-empty bag.
"Well, you don't know my sister then. She claimed ownership over all the princess dress up clothes. And I wasn't particularly enamored with the pink dresses either. Though," she gave him a slightly wicked grin, "I probably could have fought her for the crown and won."