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[Doesn't mind the smirk. Still leaning forward, propped up on her hand -- but her smile turns, just a bit, when her eyes dart back toward the window outside.]
[--but it's only the briefest of glances, and then she's mirroring the smirk with one of her own.]
Why not? All sorts of myths are true, you know. Disappearing socks, the Loch Ness monster, vampires...