[ Her nose scrunches in determined thought, and yes, she does, but not like that. Oblivious to his thoughts of her, to much of her self in that moment as she gestures far too animatedly for - well, as he said, a topic about dirt. The glass in one hand that she takes another far too generous mouthful - all honeyed on the way down, as she keeps going. ]

I do not have strong opinions about the dirt. [ A pause, hovering, with the bite in her tongue. ] I have opinions about how things grow in the dirt, that is completely different.