Okay, so; Ema had all but yelled in her face, and yet she hadn't even blinked. She didn't know whether to be impressed or outraged.

"I -- " She paused to think. Did she like rain? Well, she supposed so, just not when she was outside. She liked rain, when she was home, drinking some hot chocolate and munching on snackoos. " -- do I like rain? I don't know. Yes?"