[She flushes a little brighter, but not out of embarrassment. More out of being pleased and so honored at his words. The man she looked up to and had managed to impress her so greatly with his brilliance, kindness, and eccentricity would be proud if she were his daughter? She looks down at her tray, smiling as happy tears prick at the corners of her eyes. Her eyes close for a moment before she looks up. An idea has been born behind her glassy aqua eyes.]
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Maybe... I could be?