"Well," she looks up in thought, weighing her options, looking away from the quill, "if I go meet my hunky hobbit boyfriend, I might get to fight some girls." This is, apparently, a point in the pros column. "So you'll have to be awful funny to lure me away from that." Rosy presses her lips together and looks back at Danny, head tilted and brow furrowed in very serious thought. "How wry are your observations?"