[ Oh, she already knows that's too. That was a long time ago for her, however. And does he even take notes?

He might encroach on her personal space, but luckily she doesn't take up much herself and she just angles her legs in such a way that she still has plenty of room.

Still, the faint smirk remains quirked up on one corner of her lips, because she's enjoying the back-and-forth with him. He's obviously a little brat, probably too full of himself for his own good, but that doesn't make the exchange any less enjoyable in the moment. It's entertaining, and she always relishes finding people who can give as good as they get. They're rarer than you'd think. ]

I think that's wishful thinking on your part, kiddo. Speaking of which, you got a name? Or should I just invent one for you? Careful picking that option, it will probably be mortifying.