[ His sudden appearance behind the bush is met with a brief hesitation as they do that thing when two people run into one another and can't figure out who's going left or right. A spluttered laugh finds its way past her lips. Some part of her finds this kind of childish behaviour funny – but she isn't laughing at him. This sort of lighthearted fun (even if they are bickering and sniping at one another) is something she's realized she's missed. ]

If I did, you'd throw a tantrum!

[ Something in her blood thrums - her Crest, she realizes absently - giving her a gentle nudge to the right. His attempt to body block her is evaded as she makes a break from him again. Gravel crunches underfoot as she runs towards the next fork in the path, arbitrarily choosing the left path, unaware that it will lead them to a dead end. ]

And then I'd never hear the end of it. How was I supposed to know that you'd go around with your chest hanging out?

[ And maybe that's an admission that she had been paying attention to his chest. But she'll leave that to him to decipher. ]