"Yes, but I'd rather the exercise. Not only that, but I'd rather risk splitting something than listen to that music again." She smirks, still keeping a curious eye on the scanner.

"You told me, when we met, that I wouldn't believe where that was from if you told me. ... Do you still think that holds true, now?"

She's been hanging out in a clinic with a half-elf with green hair from another world, after all, and had the Bible read to her by Anne Boleyn, and made friends with nobles from a world where winter can last for decades. The ball game has changed, ever so slightly.