*impulsively squeezes your arm with something that might be affection if she knew you at all, so taken is she with your generosity (until she remembers why she is really here, of course)* *quickly squashes any vague feelings of guilt and turns a sunny smile towards you*
I could be loud, I suppose, but I was always led to believe that it was terribly unladylike to be loud. What's your favourite thing about the outdoors, Ingil?