She laughed, harshly, uninvitingly. "Honored? You should be. It's the best you could possibly get." She brushed the light blonde hair back from her shoulders, allowing her finger to curl in one of the ringlets before letting it loose, bouncing slightly. "What, with your poor little life, in that small little house with your..." She paused, thinking. She couldn't be expected to remember every bit of gossip she knew, or spread. "...brother, your father."
She laughed again, stepping back from the conflict, "Dim-witted, dull, brainless ridiculous." She repeated, a grin on her face. "A string of adjectives is usually a sign of not knowing what else to say. Is that the case?" She leaned forward on her heels, "Poor little girl, running out of things to say? It's always a shame when the smart ones fall."