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Signy followed, her eyes slowly adjusting. Now that they were outside, her nervousness struggled with that unconscious competetiveness and, ultimately, gained enough of the upper hand that she let Falina walk first. "No, I don't like anything at all," she responded almost immediately, but she could not keep a sort of internal laugh out of her voice. It erupted a moment after into an actual chuckle.
"…hm." What an odd question. "I like nug and mint jelly, and I don't mind this wine stuff the surfacers have all that much. I like yellow." Had Falina meant colors? Foods? Hobbies? It was so general. Signy floundered a little, trying to answer earnestly. Her feelings towards the other girl might not have been entirely positive, but she had no spite. (If Signy had spite, she was keeping it somewhere locked very deep away in her small body. Perhaps there was just no room for it.) "I like checkers, and I like…" she continued her random catalogue. "Those really pretty dresses people say come all the way from Val Royeaux, and I think I like dogs." She glanced down at their furry babysitter. "Yes, even you, Shartan. What about you? Do you like anything?" A pause. "You were sick too?" Another pause. "Kind of awful, wasn't it?"