She shot him a rather wry smile at his chuckle, then tucked her boots neatly upon the pillow. Yes, she was rather short. She was well aware. It was handy in some instances but still rather amusing in others. "Certainly not a hardships, excepting that it needs must extend our range of conversation," she agreed, shifting slightly on the bench to face him better despite him taking the further seat.

"I'm afraid I would not know," she admitted. "My father is loathe to speak of her and my uncle thought to spare him pain when we are all together. I admit the idea of raw fish makes me shiver slightly, rabbit is far more appealing!" Granted, she was raised by Nevada.

"Excepting both might make me ill. Alas. I'll content myself with wine."