For a few seconds, Lady just incredulously stares at Fallon who then suddenly smirks.
"Why, you little…!" she bolted out, vexed.
"Don't say such misleading things so casually! Others might misunderstand! Also, you know well that I'm a romantic at heart! You can't just spout out such lines and expect me to not read too much into it!"
"Since when did I know that you're a whatever-that-thing-is at heart…?" he snorted.
"Do you know what that means? I bet you can't even spell it."
She feels like doing some good slapping again right then. He has really made a habit out of teasing her. This is probably the true reason why he wants to share a table with her every lunchtime.
"Seriously, Fallon, at least make an attempt to spend time with others."
"It's not like you're making one yourself, Lady. You're not one to talk."
"I am!"
"With who?"
"Belle!"
