"Older than twenty-one? Forgive me, Iori-kun, but I highly doubt that." She mulled through another few mouthfuls, seriously considering the matter. "...I suppose I should learn, sooner or later. I actually lived by a lake as a child, but Grandfather rarely let me stray too far from the house. He was largely bedridden, and worried when I was out of sight."

She took a sip of tea and promptly choked on it when he spoke up again. Her normal, elegant demeanor was abruptly shattered as she sputtered, coughed delicately, and promptly dissolved into sweet, helpless laughter. It persisted for a good few minutes even and she tried to muffle it beneath fingers and sleeves, and the sound transformed her. She looked younger, somehow, choking out giggles in the merciless grip or mirth.

After a brief spell, she regained control of herself and passed a hand over her pink cheeks. "I...f-forgive me, Iori-kun. That wa-ha!...that was un-unkind of me. To both you and O-Obito-sama—" She squeezed her eyes shut and her shoulders shook with suppressed laughter again before she reigned it in once more. "...suffice to say, w-we have met. And though he is quite—quite a good man, he is...n-not exactly 'destined meeting' material, even by my standards." She wiped her eyes and giggled again.