"Always knowing things looks so pretentious, especially on children, I'm told." There isn't the usual spark behind her words, the actual blip of precociousness, not yet. It's still a touch unreal, a touch nervous, a touch like she's done something wrong even as her shoulders continue to relax back to where they belong.

There's nothing to fidget with. Thankfully, she's not a horrible fidgeter. Her eyes make the trip back up to his face.

"I did... I wanted to thank you, Mr Kahl."