She rolls her eyes playfully at him, still mostly watching the wind. She... does really like his hair like that though... not that it matters.

Hm.

"It followed me?" she asks, carefully holding a canister of sprinkles over the little twister. "I didn't do anything though..." she says skeptically, wondering how on earth he's able to do so many different things at once. Tentatively, she tips a few sprinkles into the twist, half expecting them to come flying back out at her.