What reason is that? [Alia sets her phone up against her pillow so she can rest her chin in her hands and beam sweetly at Alina's huffy, close-cropped face, the grainy screen blurring her freckles and stilting her movements.] I'll agree that the real thing is far preferable, of course...

[Then it's her turn to scowl, to draw her full mouth into a pout and stick her tongue out, the picture of maturity as always.]

Cruel, cruel threats! I am not gloating, I'm simply sharing my delight at this truly fascinating bit of information. [Kicking her feet, slowly, then crossing her ankles in the air, toes curling and uncurling as she speaks.] I'm inviting you to share in my joy.