(In the end, it's sort of a shame there's no telepathy here - it could never hurt her to be reminded of the flaws in social constructs that belittle compassion.)

"Yeah! I mean, yeah. What else are we gonna do? Except still kick some absolute shit in games, I guess."

She's absolutely giddy. That's the way this goes: Everything that could possibly be a problem with this won't even come up until later. Step One: I have no fucking clue how to do any of this, coming soon to an heiress near you.

Resting her face against the side of Gentaro's neck, Roxane smirks. "You have some ulterior motives giving me the teal degree about my attachments earlier?"