Now that was much better. Go you for not royally botching that Emi, A+ in the boy interaction this afternoon. When he jested (or at least playfully mentioned) turning the tables on her, she chuckled again, musefully, and placed her spare hand on her hip. “Now that sounds like a truly interesting proposal, I’m obviously a notorious secret keeper, and so prestigious. Never actually accepted an interview before," That was more true than her joking let on, when she thought about it. And plenty had tried. Oh had they tried.
"Maybe I’ll make an exception, but you’ll have to earn it!~
Four pm sounds perfect. I’ll do everything in my capability not to get swept off by some glorious story in Cambodia"—(or something equally as ludicrous)—“in the meanwhile." She offered with some jest, before leaning into the phone a little, elated expression still fixed, "Now will you be needing my address, or has inventive Miss Marion already procured that on your behalf? Hhh-hm.”
“I’ll do my utmost to earn the privilege of being the first to interview you, then. As for your address, if you’d be so kind as to email it to me, that would be wonderful. I would much prefer to get the information from you, with your permission, than to encourage mum’s terrible habits.”
Hakuba spared a pointed look at his mother, who waved a hand dismissively.