( it's interesting, in a way, that he can't just come up with something off the top of his head. he needs more direction, further information, and that doesn't dissuade her, or even really bother her; but it does mean that she lets out a breath, almost a sigh, and adjusts her gaze on the horizon.

what to ask for, then? what wouldn't be immediately dismissed? but something that she would want to know? something that could be safely given, without him worrying about giving too much?

there are a few options; her head tilts, and she finishes off her half of the clementine, sets the blossom-peel aside at her hip and then draws her knees up to her chest; her fingers pluck at the skirt of her dress to keep it over her legs, keep herself decent. )

Well. Do you have any siblings? Are you an only child?

( she offers a soft, thoughtful hum. ) Let's do it like that. Ask a question, pass the bottle. Sound good?