[The laughter kind of confirms her suspicions, but even then she doesn't say anything once again. Instead, Merida just tugs her gloves off, setting them to the side for now and keeping her hands where they were previously. There was, perhaps, just enough for her to guess that her words had hit something, somewhere that hadn't been hit before, especially with that kind of smile on his face.

It made him almost handsome.]

It's not just wishful thinkin'. [She lets her lips curl gently before she simply shrugs.] But I suppose it depends on your perspective.

[Merida pushes herself up to stand, toes wriggling as they warm through with the fire to the back of her feet now, letting her smile turn a little secretive.]

Still, I think I'm goin' to remember him now. I might not know his name, but I'm sure I'll find out somewhere at some point.