Sheepish laughter rang against the melody of the rain which fell
       to the earth; fingers which felt like ICE from the cold, rubbed at the
       back of her neck carefully. âOh no, Iâm not really skilled in the
       slightest, I just had to learn to cook at a young age is all.â The
       studentâs lips twitched; remembering the DARKER times of those
       years and how she fended for herself food wise.
       What a COINCIDENCE that the nickname she had bestowed was
       a part of his name; strange as it may sound, she did rather wish
       that her name had a âspecialâ or joined meaning when it came to
       her own nae. âI-Isana-san, alright, Iâll remember that, ah, right
       I ALMOST forgot; my nameâs Ashley.â See, not so much impact
       as his own; but still it was at least better than NO NAME.
        â Ah, is that so---- ?
          But...I think that's still very impressive... !! â
     He speaks in softened tones, gentle notes that are almost
     lost in the continuous, steady fall of rain----words without
     time to linger, phrases that flit away as though gravity were
     not enough to hold them down.  It's imbued with a certain
     friendliness, a warmth that emanates from the kindness
     of the heart----and yet, wary, tentative.  Somehow always
     held back, there's a slight distance kept at constant----barely
     there, but existing nonetheless.
     There's a pause, a second of comprehension, and his
     response is released haltingly, yet barely touching upon
     hesitation.  Broken apart between words, separated by
     spaces that -- despite empty, devoid of the energy of a
     spoken reply -- still feel as though they carry weight, a
     faint lightness.  It blooms in cheerful, almost eager clarification,
     and he punctuates this query with a childish tilt of the head.
        â Ooh...okay ~ !! Then---- Ashley-chan, right-- ? â