[ When she spins around, Andy waiting there for her, just a step behind and making no secret of her attention. She's never been the shy type. Why should she be, especially at her age? She is what she is. And if Aerith didn't like that at least a little bit, she wouldn't be here, playing along. Teasing. So maybe Andy's not so convinced that her confidence isn't warranted right now. Maybe she's pretty sure she can earn it, if that's what Aerith wants to see. ]
Can't you guess what I'm good at?
[ As Aerith rocks back on her heels, Andy leans in to meet her as she rocks forward again, bringing them back close to each other, her own wry little smile just scant inches away from Aerith's. ]
You've seen me. [ Dryly, like she's aware of the cliche but thinks Aerith might find it amusing anyway: ] You already know I'm good with my hands.
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Can't you guess what I'm good at?
[ As Aerith rocks back on her heels, Andy leans in to meet her as she rocks forward again, bringing them back close to each other, her own wry little smile just scant inches away from Aerith's. ]
You've seen me. [ Dryly, like she's aware of the cliche but thinks Aerith might find it amusing anyway: ] You already know I'm good with my hands.