[ With a soft little 'wh--?' at his accusation of her ambition, Naminé can't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all, bending naturally into it without resistance as he sweeps her up. ]

Do the moon and stars where you come from even have ears--?

[ It wouldn't be the strangest thing she'd ever encountered, to be sure. Sighing out some more of her amusement as she's let go of, the girl steadies herself on her feet, still smiling that soft, warm little smile of hers up at him. ]

Well, I don't think I'd roll my eyes at them. They're still things I can't do, after all.

[ So that makes his supposed parlor tricks impressive to her in themselves. But she'll nod firmly with his redirection of their efforts, giving a quiet noise of confirmation to indicate that she's ready to assist him. Holding her sketchbook in one hand, she indicates the bare portion of the roof adjacent to where the lights have already been strung. ]

If you keep it the same, that should look alright...!

[ Neat and consistent are usually aesthetically pleasing with these sorts of things, aren't they? ]